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Flycatcher Art: The Unattended Moment   Leave a comment

Flycatcher in Flight — Photo-Artistry by kenne

For most of us,
There is only the unattended Moment,
The moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.

— from Four Quartets, “The Dry Salvages” by T. S. Eliot

 

A Seashore Day   1 comment

A Seashore Day — Photo-Artistry by kenne

On the Sea

It keeps eternal whisperings around

Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell

Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell

Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.

Often ’tis in such gentle temper found,

That scarcely will the very smallest shell

Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.

When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.

Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,

Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;

Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,

Or fed too much with cloying melody—

Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood,

Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!

— John Keats

Desert Orangetip Butterfly Art   1 comment

Desert Orangetip Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,

but rarely admit the changes

it has gone through

to achieve that beauty.

 
— Maya Angelou
 

Indian Paintbrush Wildflower   Leave a comment

Indian Paintbrush Wildflower — Photo-Artistry Image kenne

Bluebird Abstract   Leave a comment

Bluebird Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Flight of the bluebird

being of the chosen ones

ray of light creeps through.

— kenne

 

Bottlebrush   Leave a comment

Bottlebrush — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Rose By Any Other Name . . .   Leave a comment

A Rose By Any Other Name . . . — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
           Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
           Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
           And I’ll no longer be a Capulet…
           ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
           Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
           What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
           Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
           Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
           
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
           By any other name would smell as sweet;
           So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
           Retain that dear perfection which he owes
           Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
           And for that name which is no part of thee
           Take all myself.”

— from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Brilliant On Black   1 comment

Brilliant On Black Abstract Art by kenne

brilliant on this black

colors begin to explode

we pass as answers

— kenne

Experiencing the Van Gogh Immersive Exhibit — Scottsdale   1 comment

Experiencing the Van Gogh Immersive Exhibit (Scottsdale, June 15, 2022) — Image by kenne

We have wanted to see the Immersive van Gogh exhibit for some time.
So, since we had planned on attending Jeri and Ron’s 50th Anniversary,
June 16-18 in Palm Springs, we drove up to Scottsdale on the 15.

The exhibition, conceived by Creative Director Mathieu St-Arnaud and his team at Montreal’s
world-renowned Normal Studio,
is an immersive experience that features more
than 300 of Vincent Van Gogh’s iconic artworks and takes the art lover

into a three-dimensional world that exhilarates the senses.

“I find comfort in contemplating the sunflowers.”

— Vincent van Gogh

Video by kenne

“I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

— Vincent van Gogh

Sunflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.”

— Vincent van Gogh

Red (Flame) Skimmer   2 comments

Red (Flame) skimmer (Libellula saturata) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock:
each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing,
only when everything is in place does the door open.

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

I Give To You A Bouquet Of Flowers   2 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

I give to you a bouquet of flowers

in the name of my love for you

on this day and our days to come.

— kenne

Scrivere Sempre — Always Write   1 comment

Scrivere Sempre (Always Write) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and
even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated
to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of
them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer,
someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.”

— from The Catcher In The Rye by J. D. Salinger

Cactus Blossom Art   Leave a comment

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

Variation On A Theme   2 comments

Variation On A Theme — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams

 
                                                                  1
 
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next
     summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
 
 
                                                                  2
 
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
 
 
                                                                  3
 
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten
     years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.
 
                                                                  4
 
Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy, and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!
 
by Kenneth Koch 
 
 

Cactus Flower   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossom –Photo-Artistry by kenne

Cactus Flower

Sun, glare, heat, sweat

Dry, hot, summer, parched

Thirst

Brightly colored blossoms excite, invite

Gems

Longing for a hug

Not emotionally available

Sage green so tall and free, yet not a tree

Blooming high towards the desert sky

Far out of reach, not open to being that close

Pining for snuggles

Spikes

Burning desire to reciprocate your grandeur, but you don’t answer

Thorns

Glorious beauty

Why why why not for me?

Someday

Will I ever be, your bee?

— Michelethe Trainer

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