Glowing Red Blades In The Sky — Painting by kenne
The sunset,
like a blacksmith,
was beating the sky
into glowing red blades.
— Ali Shaw
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The sunset,
Grand Teton National Park Painting Leave a comment
Grand Teton National Park — Painting by kenne
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Cut Flowers Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Though the cut flowers wilt
and the leaves wither, blanching
in the vase for days, still
they remind me of fields, the loveliness
of fading part by part, so many
changes, not sudden the cutting
down, not brutal but a way of
undoing. A fulfillment.
Merciful, you could say,
the cutting down and then
the slow undoing, which returns
forms to their beginning
as they go, petal by petal, and leaf
curling, how one shrivels
and falls.
— From Cut Flowers by Cynthia Huntington
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Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On top of Mt. Lemmon
the setting sun casts shadows
honoring this priceless moment
concealed in the colors,
sunk deep in the flesh.
— kenne
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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.
— Adam Zagajewski
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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.”
— Bob Kuhn (Wildlife Artist, One of the Tucson 7)
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Transforming Vision 1 comment
Pablo Picasso. “The Old Guitarist,” Helen Birch Bartlett Memorial Collection.
© 2018 Estate of Pablo Picasso / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
I
The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, “You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.”
The man replied, “Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.”
And they said then, “But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.”
II
I cannot bring a world quite round,
Although I patch it as I can.
I sing a hero’d head, large eye
And bearded bronze, but not a man,
Although I patch him as I can
And reach through him almost to man.
If to serenade almost to man
Is to miss, by that, things as they are,
Say that it is the serenade
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.
III
Ah, but to play man number one,
To drive the dagger in his heart,
To lay his brain upon the board
And pick the acrid colors out,
To nail his thought across the door,
Its wings spread wide to rain and snow,
To strike his living hi and ho,
To tick it, tock it, turn it true,
To bang it from a savage blue,
Jangling the metal of the strings…
— from Man With The Blue Guitar by Wallace Stevens
Source: Transforming Vision; Writers On Art — Edward Hirsch
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Watercolor Painting of a Greater Roadrunner — Photo-Artistry by kenne
He visits each day
A nosey kind of joker
Looking for trouble.
— kenne
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Eastern Bluebird Sitting On The Fence — Painting by kenne
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Rainbow Painting (House of Sky) by kenne
The future is waiting
like a short-lived rainbow
poised on the tongue
of the artist and poet
such is the house of sky.
— kenne
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Centerpiece Painting by kenne
The way to live life is to love many things.
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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
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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
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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 by Katie Turner Bailey
