Arizona Wildflower Painting by kenne
Things are as they are
There is no past or future
Only the present.
— kenne
Arizona Wildflower Painting by kenne
Things are as they are
There is no past or future
Only the present.
— kenne
Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Art by kenne
I remember the first time I saw a swallowtail, trying to capture the details of this large attractive butterfly as it fluttered by. That was many years ago. Since moving to southern Arizona, I have photographed many, and one of the things I have noticed is that they seem to be attracted to purple flowers.
I continue to be fascinated by this beautiful creature, often taking some my photos and turning them into art like the above image. This art was created from a photographed I took in August 0f 2012.
Vladimir Nabokov wrote in his novel, Lolita, of the “splendid, pale yellow creature with black blotches, blue crenels and a cinnabar eyespot above each chrome-filled black tail.”
— kenne
Catalina Highway Underpass Near Mt. Bigalow, Santa Catalina Mountains — Painting by kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
Julian Cafe & Bakery, Julian, California — Computer Painting by kenne
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
She labors in each moment
carefully connecting
lines and colors
to create what
inspires the artist
becoming free in the moment.
— kenne
Hotel St. Michael Window (Prescott, Arizona) — Computer Painting by kenne
Window Facing Mine
I look at the window across from my window
seeing nothing inside the hotel walls,
yet I wonder what’s going on in there?
Is somebody or something in there
looking back at me from deep inside
the room with the half-pulled curtain?
I’ve been told of ghosts living here
but I don’t believe in shadows that
move in dark spaces of dark rooms.
Yet, I find myself asking questions
of something I don’t believe — maybe
it’s because I do believe in the shadows.
How many times have I said,
“Only the shadow knows?”
Is it a belief or just an expression?
Ah, those old radio shows have a way
of coming back to haunt me, like brain
droppings making noise when stepped on
as I back away from my window
wondering if I should partially close
the curtains adding to the mystery.
. . . but then, only the shadow knows.
kenne
Blooming Century Plant (Agave) — Computer Painting by kenne
Agave Cactus
You don’t squeeze tequila
from a pumped up, rubbery leaf.
Nothing is easy in Mexico,
and everything takes time,
patience, muscle. Hacking
and digging and hacking
and a deep pit and fire
and time and time and time.
I lose time, forget it at
the other end of the tequila,
but left to me, that cactus
would still be standing there
on the Sonora Desert undisturbed.
— Carol Hamilton
Computer Painting by kenne
The Blues Project
They called it a project,
a Blues Project, but really,
it was a party — a party for
family and friends to share
happy times, talk about living life,
and a love for good old blues music.
Once this party began
there would be no stopping it,
even when forced undercover
of rain, friends laugh and
talk about déjà vu the
evening had become.
Just sitting on the front porch
doing that front porch thing
telling stories now embellished
by all the good times dancing
and singing the night away
in the woods off Old Houston Road.
The Blues Project may be over
so listen if the night will lead you
to the music, the stories told
and smile a smile one more time
for each Project was just a rehearsal
for what our tomorrows will bring.
— kenne
Kenneth Harris shares the story of how Ken & Mary’s Blues Project came about. (May 20, 2017)
Mushrooms Steps — Computer Painting by kenne
The Night Serpent
If mushrooms were to
grow backward,
what would the
wee people sit on
under the stars to
watch nude maidens
dance to the night serpent’s
pulsating drum beat?
— kenne
Decatur Street, New Orleans — Computer Painting Reframed Ten Years Out
“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
— Joseph Campbell
Desert Wildflower Painting by kenne
— from “Our Heros” by Phoebe Cary
Computer Painting by kenne
Yellow Flower — Computer Painting by kenne
— kenne