Shore Along the Outerbanks — Image by kenne
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Shore Along The Outerbanks Leave a comment
Shore Along the Outerbanks — Image by kenne
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Rock Musician 1 comment
Rock Musician — Painting by kenne
His face is half-shadowed,
half-light,
like he’s straddling the truth
of every song he ever wrote.
You can feel the old road in him—
the miles, the mistakes,
the sweet redemption of a single clean riff
cutting through the dark.
— kenne
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Invented Frames Leave a comment
Illusion — Image by kenne
Invented Frames
We live inside the scaffolds we’ve drawn—
lines of thought mistaken for walls,
for safety, for truth.
Every morning, we reassemble them:
beliefs, titles,
the quiet architecture of purpose.
We speak as if the frameworks were air,
as if their edges weren’t of our own making—
words pressed into meaning,
meaning pressed into habit.
But look closely:
the seams glow faintly,
the way a photograph
burns at its borders—
revealing not nothing,
but the hand that held the match.
To see that,
to accept the illusion and still go on—
that is the closest thing
to being.
— kenne
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Sunset Painting 2 comments
Pelican At Sunset (Puerto Peñasco) by kenne
Pelican
big bird
ugly as sin
flaps over the shoreline
like it owns the joint.
sun’s going down—
one of those cheap sunsets
people clap for,
like the world did a trick.
but the pelican doesn’t care,
doesn’t slow down,
doesn’t pause for applause.
it just rides the air,
beak heavy,
wings awkward,
perfect anyway—
because it doesn’t try
to be beautiful.
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Exploring the Rose Lake Trail: A Poetic Journey Leave a comment
Couple Hiking the Rose Lake Trail in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Painting by kenne
On the Rose Lake trail
two figures move together,
their shapes half-folded
into shadow.
The Santa Catalinas rise around them,
granite boulders draped in cloud,
pines whispering in wind.
I paint them in dark colors—
deep greens, muted browns,
the gray of stone after rain—
a palette of weight and hush,
where even their laughter
seems brushed in shadow.
Yet in the distance,
a faint light holds,
a suggestion of water,
a trail bending forward,
a quiet promise
beyond the shadows.
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Tanuri Ridge Sunset 4 comments
Tanuri Ridge Sunset Computer Painting — Image by kenne
Evening comes slowly,
a patient hand across the desert sky.
Tanuri Ridge lifts its quiet spine
against the last of the light,
trees and shadows holding their place
as the horizon begins to burn.
The sun spills its final colors—
deep amber,
rose drifting into violet,
a breath of gold dissolving into silence.
Every hue lingers longer than the last,
as though the sky is unwilling to let go.
On the screen,
a digital brush gathers the moment,
stroke after stroke shaping what fades.
Pixels remember
what the eye can only witness once.
Here, in painted light,
the sunset does not vanish—
it stays suspended,
a meditation on time,
a stillness made visible,
a horizon that never fully darkens.
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Lake Woodlands Sunset — A Painting from A 1999 Photo by kenne
Restoring the old
Creating a new essence
For the observer.
— kenne
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Capitol Reef Painting 3 comments
Capitol Reef Painting by kenne
“The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.”
— Jean Baudrillard
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Sunset Art 18 Years Out Leave a comment
Sunset (06/25/06) — Photo-artistry by kenne
Out of the darkness
The light lifting up the soul
Opening the heart.
— kenne
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Butterfly Painting Leave a comment
Butterfly Painting by kenne
The Butterfly
I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the air.
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?
Exquisite child of the air.
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?
You came to my linden tree
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.
Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help me to understand
The eternal mystery.
The eternal mystery.
From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis too!
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis too!
— Alice Freeman Palmer
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End Of The Trail On Blackett’s Ridge Leave a comment
Blackett’s Ridge Photo-artistry be kenne
“The climb speaks to our character, but the view, I think, to our souls.”
– Lori Lansens
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Childress Cat Ladies 1 comment
Painting by Paul Klee — MoMA The Museum of Modern Art
Paul Klee was a Swiss-born German artist and philosopher. His highly individual style was influenced
by movements in art that included expressionism, cubism, and surrealism. Wikipedia
For those of you who follow this blog (kenneturner.com) titled “Becoming is Superior to Being,” know that’s a Paul Klee quote.
With all the media talk about “Childless Cat Ladies,” I feel driven to share this Klee painting.
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Desert Orangetip Butterfly Painting Leave a comment
Desert Orangetip Butterfly Painting by kenne
They are on the go
Moving blossom to blossom
Part of nature’s plan.
— kenne
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Artist In Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Artist In Sabino Canyon by kenne
To look,
to see,
to understand,
to capture –
however imperfectly –
is to be part of the land
in a way like no other.
— Jan Blencowe
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Late Winter Sunlight — Painting by kenne
