Archive for the ‘Mixed Art ’ Tag
Pressing Against The Limits — Image by kenne
One does not “understand” this. Understanding would reduce it, make it manageable. Instead, it asks for duration— for the discipline of staying with excess. What emerges is not a resolution but a sharpened awareness of how much we need things to mean one thing at a time. — kenne
Mixed Art by kenne
Petals in soft squares, spring arranged in patchwork light— blossoms held in frame.
Sulphur Butterfly and Yardflowers Mixed Art (September 2012) — by kenne
Understand the relationship Between a butterfly and a flower. Understand the relationship Between food and hunger, Between drink and thirst. But dear sir, let not the heart Go loose without restraint. Go apart from all and stay.
Destruction — Mixed Art by kenne
I have heard the sermons of the birds, which many dismiss as totally absurd. We need to listen so that all is not lost otherwise, we will all pay the cost. You know what I’m saying friend lost time will not be found again. We only have one blue earth do nothing, the future will be a stillbirth. — kenne
Redwing Blackbird — Mixed Art by kenne
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night
— John Lennon / Paul McCartney
Forest Floor — Mixed Art by kenne
Old age is but the reduced ability and fitness to do something in mind and body. — kenne
Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
— Emily Dickinson
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. — Rabindranath Tagore
Born on the water
Now located far away
Placed in an abstract
— kenne
Painted Lady Butterfly — Mixed Art — kenne
Water Lily– Photo-Artistry by kenne
