Canyon Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The likelihood that your acts of resistance cannot stop the injustice does not exempt you
from acting in what you sincerely and reflectively hold to be the best interests of your community.”
— Susan Sontag
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Watercolor Painting 1 comment
Watercolor Painting by Katie Turner Bailey
Watercolor is like life.
Better get it right the first time–
you don’t get a second chance!
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To Make Soft . . . Leave a comment
Photo-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
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“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
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The Freedom Train Leave a comment
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
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Bee On Camphorweed Digital Painting — A Taste of Fall Leave a comment
Bee 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.”
―
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Sonoran Desert Painting 2 comments
Sonoran Desert Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Colors outside the lines
melting strokes on
a canvas of butter.
— kenne
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Mountain Cabin 3 comments
Mountain 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
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Expectations Leave a comment
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)
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My Serious Apprehension Of Being 2 comments
Doors 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
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Puerto Peñasco Shrimp Boat Painting 2 comments
Computer 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
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Border Ranch Painting Leave a comment
Painting by kenne
Crossing The Border
Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendants
Outnumber your friends.
— Ogden Nash
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Rainbow Clouds Leave a comment
Rainbow Clouds — Computer Painting by kenne
All life is an experiment.
The more experiments
you make, the better.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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A Bounty of Pigment Leave a comment
Computer 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
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Truth Never Dies 1 comment
Guest Artist, Katie Turner Bailey
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
