Hedgehog Cactus and Desert Marigolds — Image by kenne
“I want real things — live people to take hold of
— to see — and talk to —
Music that makes holes in the sky –“
— Georgis O’Keeffe
Archive for the ‘Georgia O’Keeffe’ Tag
Sonoran Desert Blooms Leave a comment
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
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Cholla Fruit — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I like the artist standing up for himself
— believing in his own word no matter
what anyone may say about it.
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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My Dream Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
My dream butterfly
An O’Keeffe impression
Fly on my sweetheart.
— kenne
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Mountain Wildflower — Photo-Artistic by kenne
Color is one of the great things in the world
that makes life worth living to me
and as I have come to think of painting
it is my effort to create an equivalent
with paint for the world — life as I see it.
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Things of Poetry, Revisited 4 comments
“Things of Poetry” — Computer Art by kenne
Things of Poetry
Poppies
line the canyon trail,
brightening
each hiker’s way.
Passing greetings
share the joy
as the morning sun
intensifies
the canyon colors
brilliantly reflected
by each poppy,
the things
of O’Keeffe —
real poetry.
— kenne
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Female Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
One day a hummingbird flew in–
It fluttered against the window til I got it down
where I could reach it with an open umbrella– —
When I had it in my hand it was so small
I couldn’t believe I had it–but I could feel the intense life–
so intense and so tiny– …You were like the humming bird to me…
And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know
the best part of one another without spending much time together– —
It is not that I fear the knowing– It is that I am at this moment
willing to let you be what you are to me–
it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.
