Trudy Lynn (November 24, 2002) — Computer Art by kenne
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Happy Birthday, Trudy Leave a comment
Two Worlds Upside Down Leave a comment
Two Worlds Upside Down — Computer Art by kenne
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Balanced Stones Art 2 comments
Balanced Stones Art by kenne
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Cooper’s Hawk — Grunge Art Leave a comment
Cooper’s Hawk — Grunge Art by kenne
Perched high in the tree
Eyes pierce your very being —
Lasting impression.
— kenne
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Cactus Wren — Computer Art II Leave a comment
Cactus Wren — Grunge Art by kenne
Today’s cactus wren
Tomorrow’s painting subject —
Latest perspective.
— kenne
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Every Thing Has Its Time 1 comment
Bunk House Door — Computer Art by kenne
We name time when we say:
every thing has its time.
This means:
everything which actually is,
every being comes and goes at the right time
and remains for a time during the time allotted to it.
Every thing has its time.
— Martin Heidegger
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In Silent Splender 2 comments
“Wildflower” — Computer Painting be kenne
In silent splender
A background of worn facades
Beauty is enhanced.
— kenne
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Our Association With Flowers 2 comments
Grunge Art by kenne
Everyone has many associations with a flower —
the idea of flowers.
You put out your hand to touch the flower —
lean forward to smell it —
maybe touch it with your lips almost without thinking —
or give it to someone to please them.
Still —
in a way —
nobody sees a flower —
really — it is so small . . .
So I said to myself —
I’ll paint what I see —
what the flower is to me
but I’ll paint it bid and
they will be surprised into taking time to look at it —
I will make even busy New Yorkers
take time to see what I see in flowers.
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Painting Aspen Colors With Dreamy Softness Leave a comment
Aspen Colors — Computer Painting by kenne
From his pipe the smoke ascending
Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
Filled the air with dreamy softness,
Gave a twinkle to the water,
Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
Brought the tender Indian Summer
To the melancholy north-land,
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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“Nightlight Dreams” Grunge Art by kenne
Nightlight Dreams
past, resisting replay
but for stardust of yesterdays
yesterdays, imparting time and place
gently massaging forgotten dreams
dreams, giving clues to
my stardust memories
memories, fading for now
only reborn to imagination
imagination, touching the soul
engaging new moments
moments, experiencing rapture
in the joy of our love
love, living yesterday’s stardust
the music of today’s legends
legends, lighting our essence
upon which the future exist.
— kenne
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Flowers For A Painted Lady 1 comment
“Flowers for a Painted Lady” — Grunge Art by kenne
Today’s thought
Substituted by another.
Climbing up the hill
Stimulating the will
Creating the next option
Substituted by another.
Today’s option
Substituted by another.
Reality is its name
Substitute is its game
Created for one belief
Substituted by another.
Today’s belief
Substituted by another.
— from “Substituted by Another” by kenne
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Butterfly On Flower 1 comment
Grunge Art Butterfly by kenne
All reality
involves the active control
of our point of view,
which we choose as reality.
Thus,
if reality is what we think is actual
can we truly comprehend reality?
Is not all reality virtual?
— kenne
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Desert Sunrise 2 comments
Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Dawn
Bells of Córdoba
in the early hours.
Bells of dawn
in Granada.
They hear you,
all the girls who cry
for the tender Soleá in mourning.
The girls
of Audalusia the High
and the Low.
Young girls of Spain
with tiny feet
and trembling skirts
who’ve filled the crossroads
with lights.
On, bells of Córdoba
in the early hours,
and oh, bells of dawn
in Granada!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Growing Through My Work — It Is More Fun Than Fun 1 comment
Eastern Collard Lizard — Computer art by kenne
Universal patterns inform creative symbols
and the symbolizing mind of the creator.
The ancient Greeks called such patterns archetypes.
Archetypes or not, history is always there,
but ahead of it there is a future
not determined by anyone or anything,
but contingent on the products of our creation.
It is we who make the future,
and our imagination of the future
affects who we are and what we do now.
— Frank Barron
All Souls Day Selfie Leave a comment
All Souls Day Selfie — Grunge Art by kenne
All Souls
THEY are chanting now the service of All the Dead
And the village folk outside in the burying ground
Listen–except those who strive with their dead,
Reaching out in anguish, yet unable quite to touch them:
Those villagers isolated at the grave
Where the candles burn in the daylight, and the painted wreaths
Are propped on end, there, where the mystery starts.
The naked candles burn on every grave.
On your grave, in England, the weeds grow.
But I am your naked candle burning,
And that is not your grave, in England,
The world is your grave.
And my naked body standing on your grave
Upright towards heaven is burning off to you
Its flame of life, now and always, till the end.
It is my offering to you; every day is All Souls’ Day.
I forget you, have forgotten you.
I am busy only at my burning,
I am busy only at my life.
But my feet are on your grave, planted.
And when I lift my face, it is a flame that goes up
To the other world, where you are now.
But I am not concerned with you.
I have forgotten you.
I am a naked candle burning on your grave.
— D. H. Lawrence
