Archive for the ‘Abstract Art’ Category
Purple Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
About the time
I’m feeling high
I start acting funny
But don’t know why
Today becomes the day after today
Or is it the end of time
Only to be floating in
An ocean of deathless life
Feeling gratitude for God’s gift
Awaking the soul
Becoming void as I was
When I was not yet
“Turn from gazing after.”
To kiss the sky
Devoid of all
Foreign images
Only to be
Born again
From inside the outside
Looking in
Jimi had a spell
On his brain
Purple in color
Inspired by a Haze
Deluded by doubt
“Am I happy or in misery?”
To be answered not in the words
But the color of the font
— kenne
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Tree by the Tanque Verde Wash — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Whatever you hold in your mind will tend to occur in your life.
If you continue to believe as you have always believed,
you will continue to act as you have always acted.
If you continue to act as you have always acted,
you will continue to receive what you have always received.
If you want different results in your life or your work,
all you have to do is change your mind.”
— Unknown
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Desert Abstract Art by kenne
The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.
It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment
in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.
— kenne
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Mesquite Seed Pods — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Geometric Grange Art by kenne
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one …
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
— Wallace Stevens
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Abstract Photo-Artistry by kenne
I gaze at a distant spot
turning dark and out of focus.
Slowly the lights go out
asking questions of the moon.
Only the mountains now
gaze at a distant spot.
— kenne
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Street Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
messages on the wall
what you read
may not be
what you see
messages left behind
by those having
something to say
in pictures or words
messages of anger
messages of love
messages to the world
never pointless
sometimes
I think
sometimes
I don’t
I got the words
I got the pictures
I got the messages
I got the blame
soon to be
torn down, or
painted over
by censors
tomorrow new thoughts
will create new messages
rescue me before I
fall into despair
— kenne
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I See You — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Look at us,
we look alike —
similar lines,
curves,
colors,
so much in
common.
We came together
seeking
to be one,
asymmetry of
differences
reflected
in the other
as a circle of one.
Connected by
the rhythm
of wave lines,
slowly becoming
lost
in a moving maze —
drowning
in a sea of
self-indifference.
Look again,
our eyes looking
beyond the other —
connections weakening
in our
once upon a time
circle of one.
Our circle of one,
now a reflection,
a hurtful delusion
of what was,
leaving only
a few lines
connecting
the symmetry of
pleasure and pain,
vanished as a whole.
Fabric
of the whole
lost,
no longer
a balance
between
pleasure and pain,
now a distant
Dylan sound,
“Behind
every beautiful thing,
there’s some
kind of pain.”
— kenne
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Thoughts Abound — Photo-Artistry by kenne
3.
OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies,
wealth, scholarships, and the like;
To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks
away from them, except as it results to their
Bodies and Souls,
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked;
And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and
mocks himself or herself,
And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness,
is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,
And often, to me, those men and women pass unwit-
tingly the true realities of life, and go toward
false realities,
And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has
served them, but nothing more,
And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son-
nambules, walking the dusk.
— from “Thoughts” by Walt Whitman
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“Burning Art” — Abstract by kenne
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Native Boy — Abstract Art by kenne
“If I died now,” he said, “you would hardly remember me when you are my age.”
He said it for no apparent reason, and the angel of death hovered for a moment in the
cool shadows of the office and flew out again through the window, leaving a trail of
feathers fluttering in his wake, but the boy did not see them.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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Angel In The Vortex — Abstract by kenne
Van Gogh Colors On The Original Abstract, 2006
“Life exists only at this very moment,
and in this moment it is infinite and eternal,
for the present moment is infinitely small;
before we can measure it, it has gone,
and yet it exists forever….”
— Alan Watts
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Abstract Art by Kenne
In times of difficulty
We review the damage.
A door we walked through
From time to time
Before pivoting toward
a newer image of risk.
— kenne
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“Mother” — Abstract Art by kenne
Decoding Poetry
Poetry,
what is it?
Is it not all things
we experience —
Feelings?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?
Yet,
some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”
Poetry is not a code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.
If I experience
my life
in the words of another,
it is poetry?
For it is I
who holds the code
to my existence.
In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer –
Poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!
— kenne
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Seeing With Eyes Closed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Dance to the music
Suddenly they lift their shirts
Seeing with eyes closed.
— kenne
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