Artist Painting In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In The Beauty Created By Others
Only in the beauty created by others is their consolation, in the music of others and in others’ poems. Only others save us, even through solitude tastes like opium. The others are not hell, if you see them early, with their foreheads pure, cleansed by dreams. That is why I wonder what word should be used, “he’ or “you.” Every “he” is a betrayal of a certain “you” but in return someone else’s poem offers the fidelity of a sober dialogue.
Cooper’s Hawk in Mesquite Tree — Painting by kenne
“For those of us who portray wildlife . . . our decision to persist in our quest for excellence is almost always based on a love affair, a fascination with the creatures of our planet, and a need to share this feeling the best way we know how.”
I feel that a real living form is the natural result of the individual’s effort to create the living thing out of the adventure of his spirit into the unknown — where it has experienced something — felt something — it has not understood — and from that experience comes the desire to make the unknown — known —
Making the unknown — known — in terms of one’s medium is all absorbing — if you stop to think of form — as form you are lost — The artist’s form must be inevitable — You mustn’t think you won’t succeed —
“The Hunters In the Snow,” oil painting on wood by Pieter Bruegel
This work of Pieter Bruegel is a favorite of many people, but most know of his paintings only because of this one, “Hunters in the Snow,” a scene appearing on many Christmas cards. His paintings are beautiful because of his compositions make one of the opposites, based on Eli Siegel’s principle of aesthetic realism: “All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making of one of the opposites is what we are going after inourselves.”
This song is a train song It’s a song about a train Not the Atchison and Topeka Not the Chattanooga Choo-Choo Nor the one that leaves at midnight For the state of Alabam’ This song is a train song Where the engineer is Uncle Sam
Here comes the Freedom Train! You better hurry down Just like a Paul Revere It’s comin’ into your hometown
Inside the Freedom Train You will find a precious freight Those words of liberty The documents that made us great
You can shout your anger from a steeple You can shoot the system full of holes You can always question “We the People” You can get your answer at the polls
That’s how it’s always been And how it will remain As long as all of us Keep riding on the Freedom Train
Riding’ all across this country Playing music for the people With the fellows in the band We’re singin’ of the liberty And freedom through the land
You can write the President a letter You can even tell him to his face If you think that you can do it better Get the votes and you can take his place
If you hate the laws that you’re obeying You can shout your anger to the crowd We may disagree with what you’re saying But we’ll fight to let you say it loud
That’s how it’s always been And how it must remain As long as all of us Keep riding on the Freedom Train
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Bee On Camphorweed — A Taste of Fall Photo-Artistry by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 