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Bird Framed — A Snowbird in Tucson   Leave a comment

cedar waxwing-6-art -72Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver 

 

 

What Is He Thinking?   1 comment

greater roadrunner-edit-1-art-edit-2-72Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne

What is he thinking
bobbing his tail
up and down
our curiosity shared
not knowing what
the other is thinking.

Conveying a cool air
with an eye on me
only a cocky tease
when his attention
is not me, but
a nearby lizard —

What was I thinking?

— kenne

 

Remembering Dr. King   Leave a comment

mlk art wall ii-72Image by kenne (January 15, 2010)

“It was the spring of 1968 and I had taken a week off to join college friends in Daytona Beach, Florida. Our sunburns had not yet turned to tans and we had barely finished the first of several cases of Old Milwaukee beer (with pull tops, a recent innovation) when President Johnson shocked the nation by announcing that he would not seek another term. The Vietnam War had worn him down — and out.

And then four evenings later there was a commotion.

“They killed the nigger! The nigger’s dead!” cried a group of drunken college students as they danced and whooped in the parking lot of the motel adjacent to ours. “They killed the nigger!”

My Old Milwaukee high evaporated in a flash. We turned on the television. Dr. King had been gunned down at a Memphis motel. I wanted to hurt those students. I wanted to throw up.

We drove north the next morning. As we approached Washington, there were huge black clouds of smoke over the city. We overtook a convoy of troop carriers filled with National Guardsmen, rifles slung over their shoulders. The riots following Dr. King’s murder were well underway, and the New York Avenue corridor of tenements, flophouses, liquor stores and churches in Northwest Washington was in flames. It was hard to drive around the city in those days, but we found a detour.

The rioting spread, and the next night. I was again in newspaper reporter’s mufti and took my Daytona tan down to The Valley, a poor neighborhood in Wilmington, Delaware where young blacks were skirmishing with the city police and National Guard. There were fires and intermittent gunfire from snipers atop the row houses. At one point a bullet whizzed over my head. Yes, just like in the movies.

I was still shaking when I got back to my apartment the next morning. I cried over the inhumanity of my fellow man, for my black friends and for Dr. King.”

— from “Remembering Dr. King & The Never Ending Struggle For Civil Rights” by Shaun Mullen (January 16, 2012)

Posted January 20, 2019 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Photoshop

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Sign-posts On The Way To What May Be   2 comments

bocce ball on the greenVisual Artist, Malcolm Alexander — Image by kenne

When we moved to Tanuri Ridge in Tucson in 2010, one of our neighbors on the circle was Malcolm Alexander, soon to become one of my most unforgettable people. He was our neighbor for three years before he moved back to Santa Fe, where he passed away at 89 in 2014.

“What’s the latest gossip?” was a frequent greeting from Malcolm as he set outside his home smoking a cigar. The irony was I never knew him to gossip. He seemed to enjoy the still moments sitting along smoking a cigar, however, he required a lot of social stimulation. 

Schooling was difficult for Malcolm, who suffered from dyslexia that so affected his life by providing many challenges he learned to overcome. As a poor reader, he disliked writing and public speaking. Yet, in addition to becoming a successful visual artist, he was a writer and public speaker. Malcolm wrote in his memoir, “To Reason Why:”

“Many dyslexics have not been as fortunate as I have been. Many spend much of their lives in severe depressions, struggling endlessly, like Sisyphus, to roll their stone uphill. Too often they are rolling the wrong stone, as I did, before fulfilling my dream.”

His story was not dissimilar from my own. We are able to overcome our difficulties only by the faith, the kindness and the assistance of exceptional people we have met along the way.

“Being an artist requires enthusiasm more than discipline. Enthusiasm is not an emotional state. It is a spiritual commitment, a loving surrender to our creative process, a loving recognition of all the creativity around us.

I am an inveterate collector, collecting experiences. As a collector, I have come in contact with many remarkable people, which I have come to realize is my great interest in life. It is not art that interests me most, but people.”

I shared more on Malcolm in a September 12, 2013 posting: 
https://kenneturner.com/2013/09/12/artist-malcolm-alexander-moves-back-to-santa-fe-continuing-the-march-to-a-different-beat/

— kenne

The Miracle of Life   Leave a comment

Female Phainopepla-Edit-1-art-blogFemale Phainopepla Photo-Artistry by kenne

It is necessary to run risks.
We only properly understand
the miracle of life when we
allow the unexpected to happen.

— Paulo Coelho

 

Raven Lovebirds On Christmas Eve   2 comments

RavensRaven Lovebirds On Christmas Eve — Photo-Artistry by kenne

two ravens in a tree
on Christmas Eve
showing affection
bobbing heads in
silent communication
when with a quick nod
one flies off signaling
the other to follow —
contemplate the void
suddenly my eyes blear.

— kenne

Jackson Square Foggy Morning #2   1 comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-2-Edit-3-art-blogJackson Square Foggy Morning #2 — Photo-Artistry by kenne

you may see
what I see
doesn’t
really matter
to me
I was there
you were not
the feeling exists
without words
still the painting
may fill the void
with layers
and filters
creating
a new
human touch —
if you can feel it.

— kenne

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