
Eastern Bluebird Sitting On The Fence — Painting by kenne
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
— Henry David Thoreau
Eastern Bluebird Sitting On The Fence — Painting by kenne
— Henry David Thoreau
Rainbow Painting (House of Sky) by kenne
— kenne
Centerpiece Painting by kenne
Cactus Blossom Art by kenne
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 —
— Georgia O’Keeffe
Sailboat In The Bay — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sailboat
Strange flight, the body
Held at a threshold
And never quite freed
Or quite revealed—
One wing taut with wind,
One wing concealed
Until the wind grows calm
And it shimmers in a shadow-world,
The shape of a sail, yet softer—
The drifting boat
A bird half in air,
Half in water.
— Heather Allen, from Leaving a Shadow
Canyon Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Susan Sontag
Watercolor Painting by Katie Turner Bailey
Photo-Artistry by kenne
To Make Soft . . .
— kenne
“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
— kenne
* * * * *— from “The Dark That Was Is Here” by Eli Siegel
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
Bee On Camphorweed — A Taste of Fall Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Sonoran Desert Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Mountain Cabin — Digital Painting by kenne
— kenne
Painting 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)
Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Computer Art by kenne