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To Make Soft . . .   Leave a comment

beach-web-1385-1-art-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

To Make Soft . . .

Words,
words have feelings

Feelings,
feelings are everything

Struggling,
struggling to share feelings

Placing,
placing petitions of desire

Door,
door of your heart

Shut,
shut not the door

Love,
love will concur

Scorn,
scorn not what we do

Looking,
looking for peace of mind

Truth,
truth will set us free

Explaining,
explaining not what is real

Complicated,
complicated for the weak

Knowing,
knowing not our time to go

Lifetime,
lifetime is no time at all

— kenne

“The Hunters In Snow,” A Favorite During The Holiday Season   Leave a comment

“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 in ourselves.”

opposites are one

composing yesteryear’s coldness

stretching through time

standing still in the moment
 

searching the unrestricted

working with opposites

reassuring in sameness
 

emphasizing divergence

promising order

pleasing to self

— kenne

* * * * *

“A girl, in ancient Greece,

Be sure, had no more peace

Than one in Idaho.

To feel and yet to know

Was hard in Athens, too.

I’m sure confusion grew

In Nika’s mind as she,

While wanting to be free,

Hoped deeply to adore

Someone; and so no more

Be wretched and alone.”

— from “The Dark That Was Is Here” by Eli Siegel

 

The Freedom Train   Leave a comment

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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

Keep ridin’ that Freedom Train!

— Maria Muldaur

The Freedom Song — Maria Muldaur

Posted October 17, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Lyrics, Painting, Poetry

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Bee On Camphorweed Digital Painting — A Taste of Fall   Leave a comment

Hutches PoolBee On Camphorweed — A Taste of Fall Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved —
loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”

― Victor Hugo

Sonoran Desert Painting   2 comments

Saguaro iPhone (1 of 1)-Edit Painting blogSonoran Desert Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Colors outside the lines
melting strokes on
a canvas of butter.

— kenne

Mountain Cabin   3 comments

Rose Lake July 2013Mountain Cabin — Digital Painting by kenne

A red cabin stands
At the far end of the trail
Below Mt. Lemmon —
A big black dog
With his chain stretched,
Barking.

A smell of coffee,
She calls the dog
Back to the porch
As a nearby raven
Seems to echo her,
Calling.

— kenne

Expectations   Leave a comment

Desert 9799 Hummingbird art blogPainting by kenne (March 20, 2018)

Expectations

Who are you
you who share
my very existence
with your expectations
sometimes calling them traditions
placing more value
on the worth of your expectations.
unwilling to understand
neither the what
nor the why
of my very being.

Who am I
I who share
your very existence
with my expectations
sometimes calling them logical
placing more value
on the worth of my expectations
unwilling to understand
neither the what
nor the why
of your very being.

Who are we
we who share
their very existence
with our expectations
sometimes calling them unconditional
placing more value
on the worth of our expectations
unwilling to understand
neither the what
nor the why
of their very being.

Who are they
they who share
our very existence
with their expectations
sometimes calling them laws
placing more value
on the worth of their expectations
unwilling to understand
neither the what
nor the why
of our very being.

Who are we
we who share
a universal existence
with our expectations
sometimes calling them just
placing more value
on the worth of all expectations
unwilling to understand
neither the what
nor the why
of a universal being.

— Kenne (November 2007)

My Serious Apprehension Of Being   2 comments

New Orleans Door (1 of 1) art_edit blogDoors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Computer Art by kenne

My serious apprehension of being

Is freed by acts of becoming — 

Through the task of opening doors,

Where I learn from the past,

Laugh at today’s mistakes, and

Dream about tomorrow.

— kenne

Puerto Peñasco Shrimp Boat Painting   2 comments

Shrimp Boat-1102 art blogComputer Painting by kenne

“Have you ever been on a shrimp boat?” – Bubba
“No, but I’ve been on a real big boat.” – Forrest Gump

“Anyway, like I was sayin’, shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That, that’s about it.” 

– Bubba

Border Ranch Painting   Leave a comment

Willow Springs Ranch-0008 art. II blogPainting by kenne

Crossing The Border 

Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendants
Outnumber your friends. 

— Ogden Nash

Rainbow Clouds   Leave a comment

Rainbow Clouds (1 of 1) art blogRainbow Clouds — Computer Painting by kenne

All life is an experiment.
The more experiments
you make, the better.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

A Bounty of Pigment   Leave a comment

A Bounty of Pigment_art blogComputer Art by kenne

In his robe is white
with bright colored edges
he 
sings a lullaby 
in a pale purple sound.

In this moment
the earth rotates in blue
as seen by the man
in the moon.

A bounty of pigment
his harvest of colors
randomly selected 
from the house of earth.

— kenne

Truth Never Dies   Leave a comment

Katie's Painting - 99 framedGuest Artist, Katie Turner Bailey

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Truth never dies. The ages come and go.
    The mountains wear away, the stars retire.
Destruction lays earth’s mighty cities low;
    And empires, states and dynasties expire;
But caught and handed onward by the wise,
    Truth never dies.

Though unreceived and scoffed at through the years,
    Though made the butt of ridicule and jest,
Though held aloft for mockery and jeers,
    Denied by those of transient power possessed,
Insulted by the insolence of lies,
    Truth never dies.

It answers not. It does not take offense,
    But with a mighty silence bides its time.
As some great cliff that braves the elements
    And lifts through all the storms its head sublime,
It ever stands, uplifted by the wise,
    And never dies.

As rests the Sphinx amid Egyptian sands;
    As looms on high the snowy peak and crest;
As firm and patient as Gibraltar stands,
    So truth, unwearied, waits the era blest
When men shall turn to it with great surprise.
    Truth never dies.

— Anonymous

Hiking — The Stuff of Timeless Myths   Leave a comment

Sycamore Canyon Aunt-Art II blogComputer Painting by kenne

Hiking
moving on boots
kicking
aside trail rocks
shedding skin
like a snake

climbing
steep slopes
steadily on feet
wanting to stop
knowing each step

creating
a journey 
over
ecstatic mountains
following our guide
from behind my eyes

photographing
memories
collecting mind dropping
to be embellished
becoming timeless myths.

— kenne

Short Yellow Flower   Leave a comment

Desert MuseumYellow Flower — Computer Painting by kenne

Short yellow flower

From sunflower family

Loves his tall brother.

— kenne

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