Archive for the ‘Tucson Airzona’ Tag

Morning In The Window Light   2 comments

Morning In The Window Light — Photo-artistry by kenne

In the hush of morning,
she sits nude in the window light,
a hand mirror lifted
like a small sun in her palm.

She leans toward her reflection,
steady, unhurried,
painting soft lines of color
onto the canvas of her face.

Day waits beyond the glass,
but here she paints
her first quiet claim upon itβ€”
in light,
in stillness,
in her own beginning.

Painted Lady Butterfly   3 comments

Painted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne

Each painted lady

Is a beauty to the eye

Is of multitudes.

— kenne

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This Monster Will Not Go Away   3 comments

painting byΒ Wefail.art

Nay, nay, we are but crucified, and though
The bloody sweat falls from our brows like rain
Loosen the nails - we shall come down I know,
Staunch the red wounds - we shall be whole again,
No need have we of hyssop-laden rod,
That which is purely human, that is godlike, that is God.

-- from Humanitad by Oscur Wilde

Posted November 8, 2024 by kenneturner in Art, Information

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Carillo Trail   3 comments

Carillo Trail — Image by kenne

β€œThe desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.”

— Jean Baudrillard

A Casual Glance   1 comment

Through The Window Out The Door — Image by kenne

A casual glance

Through the window out the door

Left in the desert.

— kenne

Casino Art   3 comments

Casino Art by kenne

I’m not a big gambling guy,

so when I’m at a casino, my

only form of entertainment

is people watching, that isΒ 

unless we’re in Las Vegas.

— kenne

Male Northern Cardinal   Leave a comment

Male Northern Cardinal in Our Patio Olive Tree — Image by kenne

The life that I could still live,

I should live, and the thoughts

that I could still think,Β 

I should think.

— C.G. Jung

Desert Flowers   1 comment

Bee Over Saguaro Blossoms — Image by kenne

Desert Flowers

Living in a wide landscape are the flowers –
Rosenberg I only repeat what you were saying –
the shell and the hawk every hour
are slaying men and jerboas, slaying

the mind: but the body can fill
the hungry flowers and the dogs who cry words
at nights, the most hostile things of all.
But that is not news. Each time the night discards

draperies on the eyes and leaves the mind awake
I look each side of the door of sleep
for the little coin it will take
to buy the secret I shall not keep.

I see men as trees suffering
or confound the detail and the horizon.
Lay the coin on my tongue and I will sing
of what the others never set eyes on.

— Keith DouglasΒ 

(“Succinct but mysterious, Desert Flowers belongs to a liminal state between sleeping and waking, night and day.
It seems to open and close: first, to look outwards at the “wide landscape” and then to turn to the unconscious desires
where poetry – even the starkest war poetry – is generated. There’s a convalescent quality of memories
being reviewed in quiet darkness, and energies gathered.” Keith Douglas was considered the most talented –
and overlooked – poet of the Second World War.)

Hoodie Girl   Leave a comment

Hoodie Girl — Photo-artistry by kenne

My hoodie envelops me in a blanket of warmthΒ 

It is my Apron when I paintΒ 

Its my blanket at nightΒ 

At dance in the backΒ 

It becomes my disguise and costumeΒ 

As I dance in the lightΒ 

My hoodie is my armor,Β 

My protection

It protects me in a sea of peopleΒ 

My hoodie is my home,Β 

My comfort place,

When I’m all alone,

It is my friend.Β 

— Lea Astarjian

Blue Abstract   3 comments

Abstract Art by kenne

A certain blue enters your soul

— Henri Matisse

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Bougainvillea Flower Closeup   3 comments

Bougainvillea Flower Closeup by kenne

The bougainvillea flower symbolic meanings are:

  • passion

  • liveliness

  • life experience

  • protection

  • spiritual connection

  • peace

Just Like A White Winged Dove   2 comments

White Winged Dove At Patio Feeder — Image by kenne

Well I hear you in the morningAnd I hear you at nightfallSometimes to be near youIs to be unable to feel you, my loveI’m a few years older than you(I’m a few years older than you) my love

Just like the white winged doveSings a song, sounds like she’s singingOoh, baby, ooh, said oohJust like the white winged doveSings a song, sounds like she’s singingOoh, baby, ooh, said ooh

— from Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Red Flame Skimmer   1 comment

Red Flame Skimmer (Sweetwater Wetlands) — Image by kenne

A red flame skimmer

At the Sweetwater wetlands

Here, taking a break.

— kenne

Arizona Wild Cotton Blossom   Leave a comment

Arizona Wild Cotton Blossom — Image by kenne

Arizona wild cottonΒ (Gossypium thurberi) is a deciduous shrub with a lovely fall color. Also called desert cotton and
Mt. Lemmon cotton, this shrub can grow up to 10 feet tall by 4 feet wide. It has beautiful creamy white summer flowers,
and its palate leaves turn yellow and red in the fall before they fall off, and the plant goes dormant.

Driving Into Tanuri Ridge   1 comment

A Rainbow As Seen Driving Into Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenneΒ Β 

What might have been
and what has been
point to one end,
which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot