Cactus Blossom Art by kenne
Life in a flower
Just a brief moment in time
So life can move on.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Art’ Tag
Life In A Flower Leave a comment
Chevy Bel Air Taillight Art 2 comments
1956 Chevy Bel Air Taillight — HDR Image by kenne
… A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
… But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
… So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
— from American Pie, Pt. 1 by Don McLean
Share this:
Sculpture Building In Progress Leave a comment
Sculpture Building in Progress Near the Tanque Verde Wash — Image by kenne
I have time to photograph
they have time to create art
for trail walkers near the wash.
— kenne
Share this:
Tanque Verde Wash Trail- Photo Essay 1 comment
Tanque Verde Wash Tail — Photo Essay by kenne
(Click On Any Image To See In A Slideshow Format
I have been walking the trails along the Tanque Verde Wash for over ten years,
taking many photos of the art and still have no idea who is the artist(s) —
for me, it’s a mystery.
— kenne
Share this:
Tanque Verde Wash Art — Photo-Essay 4 comments
Tanque Verde Wash Art — Images by kenne
Share this:
Modern Woman 2 comments
Modern Woman — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
— Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman
Share this:
Meditation on Ceremonies of Beginnings 3 comments
Fancy Dancer by Ethel Mortenson Davis
. . . I have been following Thomas Davis’ blog since 2012, and feel so fortunate to have found his blog.
“With billions of humans on this earth, it’s not easy to connect with poets who express the
human experience so worthy of being a poet’s poet. Thomas can open the door to why we exist!”
Meditation on Ceremonies of Beginnings — The Tribal College and World Indigenous Nations Higher
Education Consortium Poems was recently by Tribal College Press. Davis sees the book of poems as
“an introduction to the tribal college movement and the world of Indigenous nations.”
These poems tell the story of the tribal college movement. Davis writes, “They record history in a different way.
History is not just made up of facts and events, as momentous as those events may be, but also of
emotions, dreams, striving, failing, tragedy, struggling against long odds, laughter, joy, and
personalities that make significant differences even as those contributions are lost when
historians begin to shuffle through dust bins of primary sources.“
In March, 2003, Robert Martin invited Davis to Tohono O’odham in southern Arizona.
While there, he wrote “A Visit to Tohono O’odham Community College
as It is Being Born, 2/6/03.”
The poem begins:
Perry Horse said,
looking out to saguaro cactus, palo verde trees, bone-
white trunk of an eucalyptus tree, brown dryness of
desert, steep dirt sides of an arroyo,
“can you smell this place?
It smells different from your country with its trees, big
water, and winter’s deep cold.”
The arroyo channeled toward large skirts of a
mountain
that raised brown earth, dark rock into rare clouds
that looked as if they might hold rain.
Green smells of Tohono O’odham Nation were as
pale as trunks of the palo verde trees.
The last paragraph in the poem reads:
American has always been a nation of peoples, of
nations.
In desert air at night
stars hover bright and close to dark mountains
that shine and breathe
as we sing
into another time.
Davis, 74, lives in Sturgeon Bay and is the author of the award-winning novel
“In the Unsettled Homeland of Dreams,” and other works.
He still serves in leadership roles at several tribal colleges.
— kenne
Share this:
The Shortest Day Leave a comment
Hunters in the Snow– painting by Pieter Bruegel the Eider
As we experience the shortest day of the year, Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s painting, “Hunters in the Snow,” is an almost perfect picture of the contrasting scenes we experience this time of year, depicting isolation and melancholy producing a sense that we are being pulled into a silent landscape where the deep drifts of snow where you can “feel the cold and sense the audible dullness as the landscape sucks the sound from every little human vignette.”
His paintings are beautiful because 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
Share this:
Bakery Art In Aria Resort and Casino Leave a comment
Bakery Art In Aria Resort and Casino — Image by kenne
Share this:
Right Place At The Right Time 2 comments
Lake Woodlands Sea Serpent (1996) — Image by kenne
Right Place At The Right Time
Dressed for work, I open
the front door to a sun
masked in a morning fog.
Immediately, an image came
to mind of the Lake Woodlands
sea serpent five miles to the east.
Quickly, I grab a camera and
a tripod knowing the image
I was seeking could be gone
by the time I got to the lake.
My camera, loaded with
a roll of twenty-four exposures
I carefully mount it onto the
tripod near the lakeshore.
Camera settings for shooting
in fog can be challenging,
so I decided to take eight shots,
bracketing each allowing for three
exposures for each shot I would take.
Days later, after the film was developed,
I get the result I wanted — eight great
photographs three of which remain mounted
in a grouping on our living room wall.
I still have the original negatives for being
in the right place at the right time.
— kenne
Share this:
Works of Art Imitate . . . Leave a comment
Another Beautiful Sunset — Image by kenne
“Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art,
the process is the source of art itself.”
— Edward Hirsch
Share this:
1972 Houston Skyline Leave a comment
1972 Houston Skyline (Signed Print In My Office) — by Norman Baxter
The forgetting of the history of marginalized groups
is both a cause and effect of their marginalization.
Share this:
Darkness Leave a comment
Darkness — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I am the woman
your mother warned you about
(let’s face it she was envious)
I have long since lost my place
that musty corner
to which I was relegated
where nice girls sit quietly
legs crossed and demure.
(what point is there in that?)
I turn heads with my stride
I watch the eyes track my steps
though I pause not
in my progress.
do they tremble at my purpose?
or pause at my vibrant colored sheath?
I will not wait
until you deem me old
to wear red with purple
as I rock bold iconoclasm.
I am that version of herself
where holds are not barred
by convention or whalebone stays
crash those barriers my friend
be they concrete or glass.
I AM that woman you were warned about
who will challenge your ass*umptions
prove each wrong
geometrically, logically
I speak without being spoken to
(Imagine the gall!)
I have opinions
Well thought and articulated
I will speak them
Still
Share this:
Art — You will Know It When You See It 4 comments
Desert Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Tell me what you think art is — if you can
— ask a lot of people — and see if anybody knows . . .
You ask me about music — I like it better than anything
in the world — Color gives me the same thrill once in
a long long time — I can almost remember and count the times
— it is usually just the outdoors or the flowers — or a person —
sometimes a story — or something that will call a picture
to my mind — will affect me like music —
— Georgia O’Keeffe
Share this:
A Poem About Spring 1 comment
Spring, 2018 — art by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 