Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
Landscape Seen with the Nose
— Federico Garcia Lorca
“The Guitar” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Guitar
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
Wineglasses shatter
in the dead of night.
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
It’s useless
to hush it.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps on monotonously
the way water weeps,
the way wind weeps
over the snowdrifts.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps for things
far, far away.
For the sand of the hot South
that begs for white camellias.
Weeps for arrows without targets,
an afternoon without a morning,
and for the first dead bird
upon the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart gravely wounded
by five swords.
— Federico García Lorca
Water Lily Blossom Photo-Artistry by kenne
And the song of water
is a thing eternal.
— from the poem “Morning” by Federico Garcia Lorca
“Age Has Character” — Images by kenne
Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.
On my flesh, I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet of spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.
I bear the “No” you handed me
in the palm, if my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white.
Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love — whirling round!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
Sunset Over The Sea of Cortez (Puerto Peñasco, February 12, 2018) — Computer Art by kenne
Cloudy Sunset at Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico (February 13, 2018) — Panorama Image by kenne
peaceful waters of your mouth
under a forest of kisses
Aria (Las Vegas) — Image by kenne
And if blue is an illusion,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?
— from Autumn Song (November 1918) by Federico Garcia Lorca
Late Fall In Sabino Canyon Near Sabino Creek — Image by kenne
–Federico García Lorca
Chapel at Tlaquepaque in Sedona, Arizona (June 14, 2016) — Image by kenne
The Chapel at Tlaquepaque is located in the Tlaquepaque Arts and Crafts Village along the tree-lined Oak Creek. The chapel is designed after some Mexican haciendas that provided a private chapel for a visiting priests could offer mass and other services.
Five in the Afternoon
— Federico Garcia Lorca
“The Sea Smiles” — Computer Art by kenne
Seawater Ballard
— Federico García Lorca
Sunset Over the Sea of Cortez (January 28, 2016) — Image by kenne
— from “Ocean” by Federico Garcia Lorca
Children of the Garden– Computer Painting by kenne
Landscape
–Federico Garcia Lorca
Little known, except by musicians, Danny Gatton was a musician’s musician. He loved playing the telecaster, rebuilding antique cars, staying around the D.C. area and just being a shy “good-old boy.”
Danny Gatton has been described as possessing an extraordinary proficiency on his instrument, “a living treasury of American musical styles.” In 2009, John Previti, who played bass guitar with Danny for 18 years stated: “You know, when he played country music, it sounded like all he played was country music. When he played jazz, it sounded like that’s all he played, rockabilly, old rock and roll, soul music. You know, he called himself a Whitman sampler of music Legendary guitarist Steve Vai reckons Danny “comes closer than anyone else to being the best guitar player that ever lived.” Accomplished guitar veteran Albert Lee said of Gatton: “Here’s a guy who’s got it all.”
Gatton shot himself in his garage, October 4, 1994 at the young age of 59 — he left no explanation. All great artists seem to possess a spooky fatalism, a sense of the duende down deep in the soul.
The goblets
of the dawn break.
The crying of the guitar
starts.
No use to stop it.
It is impossible
to stop it.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Dawn
— Federico Garcia Lorca
