art & artist – Wordle/Fun Poem – August 28, 2015

Mario Schifano – Paesaggio particolare , 1963

art & artist

to the amused muse
the artist becomes art!
lucid and luminous
a superior job:
chiselled stone
or painted in acrylics –
[a crust some would say
or a stain on the wall]
dumb I now puzzle
at how I came to be here
inside this odd painting
stuck on the wall —
a foreign object
hollow and queer …
[could it be the wine
that I’d imbibed with my meal,
that made me the winner
of this dubious prize]
to be in a picture
looking out at the world
had never been one
of my dearest ambitions
[then I think:
what’s a poet …
an observer inside the picture
we like to call life]
ah! here comes another
oh! a feckless modernist
the kind that makes installations
with rough rounded stones
and chipped broken boards …
he looks at me with disgust
and I look back at him
then I stuck out my tongue …
and to my surprise
I was back in the room
looking at a crust
of chicken wire and dung.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Tale Weaver 28: art & artist

with the Wordle of The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 213

Shades of Kandinsky – October 17, 2014

Shades of Kandinsky

“Shapes, forms, repetition and rhythm!” Grandpapà said. “Shades of Kandinsky!  He might have even used this as inspiration.” He held up a shell.

I looked at his work table and the forms came together in my mind – the clock fascinated me.

“Even nature has rhythm,” he said “and loves to repeat herself – over and over again!”

“Can I try to paint a picture too?” I begged.

“Sure – see what you can do with this!” He put a piece of wood with seashells and stones up for me to paint.

But the clock called to me like a siren …

 

Vassily Kandinsky, “Auf weiss II” (Su bianco II), 1923, olio si tela 105×98 cm.

Written for Friday Fictioneers

 

Haibun Thinking: Week 13 – April 15th 2014

FILM QUOTE:  Some people can’t believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first.”
– Good Will Hunting

September 22, 2013

“Art is for art’s sake, who cares about what you like!  You must create something that hits that magic cord inside the collective soul of the world!” shouted the art teacher as she looked at Gabriel’s painting, “What is this supposed to mean…it says nothing to me!”

Gabriel felt devastated.  The picture she’d painted had been done with acrylics using a natural sponge to put the color onto a black back-ground.

“It’s just something I liked doing, I like the colors, I like the technique.” she replied in a low voice.

“Well you may like it, but it isn’t art.” the teacher said as she stompted away.

Larry looked at Gabriel and then he looked at the picture she’d done.

“You know Gabby, this is really beautiful to look at.  It reminds me of a voyage through space and time.  I like how the colors contrast here and here.  And the black background pulls all the colors out so beautifully.  Don’t worry about old Ms Greyheart, remember, if you can’t make art, teach it.”  he winked at her.  “Why don’t we go over to my place and you can show me how you did this…it’s fantastic! I want to see what Greyheart has to say when I do one!” Larry was Ms Greyheart’s pet student.

Gabriel and Larry got together that evening and they each worked on their paintings which they were to present the next day in class.

“Now,” said Larry “We’ll do an experiment.  I’ll present your painting as mine and you present mine as yours.  Let’s see what happens.”

In class the next morning Ms Greyheart gushed and nearly swooned over “Larry’s” painting but when she came to Gabriel’s work, she harrangued her once again for the poor effort she’d done.  Gabriel nearly laughed in the teacher’s face.

“See…don’t worry about that old fart.  You’ve go talent to sell!”

gnawing disbelief
unseeing her talents
except from his eyes

Written for Haibun Thought – Film Quote

 

Just a Note: October 31, 2013

Hello world!

Just a note to tell you that I’m doing fine!

Yesterday we took down the exhibition, brought home the art compositions and did a cursory clean-up of the gallery.  Today we finish the clean-up and then we can officially call the exhibition closed! 

Haiku: dilemma and Tanka: experimenting

Haiku

dilemma

art – reality
pixel saturated tree
Serrault or Shiki

Tanka
experimenting

life choice dilemma
Shiki loved reality
I experiments
masters are a guiding light
but they’re not the shining sun

Triolet: marble cheese

Triolet

marble cheese

seems that art can be anything
from broken glass to marble cheese
maybe good taste is vanishing
seems that art can be anything
one mustn’t be condescending
though this modern art might not please
seems that art can be anything
from broken glass to marble cheese

OctPorWriMo 2013: Day 17

Cubby’s Challenge The Triolet!

Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Vibrations

And here ‘s my contribution:

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
Wassily Kandinsky

 

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
Wassily Kandinsky
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Sunday Walk: Under the Portici

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This was a great week for my husband and his friends.  In the town of Riva del Garda, the city council invited them to use the portici of the municipality building to do a collective exhibit of their work.

Each has his own technique…as you can see.  In order not to make this too long, I’ve just chosen a few as representative of the group.  From sculpture to oil paintings from impressionism to post modern, the group is many voiced!

I wrote a poem about the near tragic event the first day of the exhibit.  Riva is famous for its afternoon wind know as the “ora”, which has made the area a hot spot for surfers around Europe.  The Lago del Garda is also the largest lake, not only in Italy, but indeed in Europe.

It was three days of meeting together, exchanging ideas and of course showing the world different approaches to art…so I though we’d just take a glimpse too today.

Have a great Sunday!

Sunday, Painting the Town Red! August 11, 2013

It’s Sunday…and I’m painting the town red!

colors yelling,
like the gulls
sitting on pylons
or screeching in the air…
a town
growing from a mountain
built onto the lake
sailboat’s mast a ready
and
I dream in
technicolor
an oneiric adventure
in
shades:
red tinged with hue.

Have a great Sunday everybody!

Wordless Wednesday 31 July 2013

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Time for Wordless Wednesday!
Something that is self-explanatory…no descriptions.