Archive for the ‘Grunge Art’ Category

Sedona Moonscape — Grunge Art   2 comments

Sedona Moonscape(1 of 1)-5 grunge blogSedona Moonscape — Grunge Art by kenne

Sedona moonscape

three hot air balloons drifting

up, up and away!

— kenne

Free As A Bird   Leave a comment

Verdin Nest (1 of 1)Grunge Art blogVerdin Nest — Grunge Art by kenne

Free as a Bird

You may desire

to be free as a bird, not

understanding your proper 

part within the whole,

meaning your ultimate destiny 

is not in your hands, but

caught in a conflict

between the forces of

freedom and duty.

— kenne

Penis Blossom   Leave a comment

Penis Blossom Art blogPenis Blossom — Grunge Art by kenne

“So beautiful of course compared
with what a man looks like
with his two bags full
and his other thing
hanging down out of him
or sticking up at you like a hatrack
no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleaf.”

— from Ulysses by James Joyce

A Sunflower For Joy   6 comments

University Avenue Yard Flowers (1 of 1)-2 grunge art blogA Sunflower for Joy –Grunge art by kenne

My best clothes

hang useless

next to old

faded t-shirts —

KLOL Rock Radio,

Chicago Blues Festival,

Sprint for Life,

all hiding memories

not forgotten, only

reserved for reasons

I cannot explain

nor feel I need to —

memories shared

like sunflowers

with Joy,

the secrets

routine prevents us

from discerning.

— kenne

Jimmy “T99” Nelson At Houston’s Rhythm Room   Leave a comment

T-99 Nelson (1 of 1) grunge art blog IIJimmy “T99” Nelson At Houston’s Rhythm Room On Washington Street (September 13, 2003) — Computer Art by kenne

Jimmy “T99” Nelson (April 7, 1919 – July 29, 2007) was an American jump blues and rhythm and blues shouter and songwriter. With a recording career that spanned over 50 years, Jimmy “T99” Nelson became a distinguished elder statesman of American music. His best known recordings are “T-99 Blues” and “Meet Me With Your Black Dress On”. Nelson notably worked with Duke Robillard and Otis Grand.
— Source: Wikipedia

Phainopepla Grunge Art   3 comments

phainopepla (1 of 1) art blogPhainopepla Grunge Art by kenne

“The Phainopepla is the Johnny Appleseed of the mistletoe plant. As it feeds, its droppings help to spread the mistletoe seed to other host trees. It is the northern most bird of a group of tropical birds known as Silky Flycatchers. The Phainopepla has shiny looking feathers which gives it its name, which means “Shining Robe”.  These birds are closely related to the Waxwings.” Source: Birding Information

Happy Birthday, Trudy   Leave a comment

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Trudy Lynn (November 24, 2002) — Computer Art by kenne

Cooper’s Hawk Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Copper's Hawk (1 of 1) art blogCooper’s Hawk — Grunge Art by kenne

“Everything come to you

in the right moment.

Be Patient.”

Brittlebush Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Bee on Brittlebush-9780 grunge Art blogBrittlebush Grunge Art by kenne

Nature’s beauty is unquestionable,

yet unsatisfied with the image

captured in the moment,

many photographers use tools

to create a different perspective —

calling it art.

 

Brittlebush — Signs Of Spring In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Brittle Bush (1 of 1) Grunge Art blogBrittlebush (Sabino Canyon, February 23, 2016) — Grunge Art Gallery Image by kenne

The Ghosts Of Alamos — Grunge Art   2 comments

Alamos Trip_2016 01 25_1048_grunge art II blogThe Ghosts Of Alamos — Grunge Art by kenne

Ghosts like to hide,
but they are easy to find
you just need to know
where to look —
in your minds eye.

— kenne

Rio Sonora   1 comment

Stephanie's Party (1 of 1)-6 blogPetie, Michael and Alex of Ronstadt Generations (January 26, 2016, Alamos, Sonora) — Images by kenne

The was a time in 2014 when the entire Rio Sonora valley was effected by a chemical spill at the Grupo Mexico copper mine in Cananea, The spill caused the closing of 29 wells that provided 95 percent of the population near the Rio Sonora. In addition to cutting off municipal drinking water alone the Rio Sonora, the spill destroyed the dairy industry and farming, killed wildlife and impacted all other aspects of life along the 180 miles of prime riparian habitat.

This ecological disaster inspired Michael Ronstadt to write “Rio Sonora” telling the story of the Sonora river acid spill. On several occasions during our trip to Alamos, Sonora the Ronstadt Generations performed “Rio Sonora” and on one occasion I was able to video it.

Video by kenne

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Three Sparrows   Leave a comment

Sparrows (1 of 1)_edit grunge blogThree Sparrows — Grunge art by kenne

Three sparrows on ferns

adorn an outside mantel

where I add grunge.

— kenne

 

Alamos Street Dog — just perro   4 comments

Street Dog (1 of 1)-2 B&W Grunge blogAlamos Street Dog — Grunge Art by kenne

I watched her 

dozing

in a sunny

morning way.

I took her

picture,

another one

as people 

walked by.

I wondered

if she had

a name.

Probably not,

street dogs

don’t have 

names —

just perro, 

perro callejero.

— kenne

Gallery Wall In Alamos, Sonora   Leave a comment

Wall Art (Masks) (1 of 1)_art blogMexican Masks On Gallery Wall In Alamos (January 27, 2016) – Computer Art by kenne
Masks represent the Mexican people’s personality — not revealing themselves to another, even to their self.

“persistent, flowing through fallen shadows,
excavating tunnels, drilling silences,
insisting, running under my pillow,
brushing past my temples, covering my eyelids
with another, intangible skin made of air,
its wandering nations, its drowsy tribes
migrate through the provinces of my body,
it crosses, re-crosses under the bridges of my bones,
slips into my left ear, spills out from my right,
climbs the nape of my neck,
turns and turns in my skull,
wanders across the terrace of my forehead,
conjures visions, scatters them,
erases my thoughts one by one
with hands of unwetting water,
it evaporates them,
black surge, tide of pulse-beats,
murmur of water groping forward
repeating the same meaningless syllable,
I hear its sleepwalking delirium
losing itself in serpentine galleries of echoes,
it comes back, drifts off, comes back,
endlessly flings itself
off the edges of my cliffs,
and I don’t stop falling
and I fall”

― Octavio Paz