General

L’Estaque was painted by the French artist Georges Braque (1882-1963) in 1906.

As the pieces fly
Colors fill the sky
Cubists like Georges Braque
Paint their worlds with gaps
Filled in with synapse
Rainbow ports; keyless locks

As the stanzas flow
Colored images grow
Poets paint with words that sing
Meaning caught ‘twixt lines
Like found grapes ‘twixt vines
Feeling rise on angel’s wings

Georges Braque is known as “The Father of Cubism.” After watching the video that Reena provided and marinating on it overnight, something struck me. In the video it shows what reality-based art looks like as compared to cubist art. Again and again it showed that the parts of the cubists work were there but were manipulated to make things jump out about them in a special way. What came to me is a comparison between writing prose and writing poetry. The two seem very…

Boxes within boxes, side by side
some neatly lined
others stacked haphazardly
angular thoughts causing abrasions
convoluted ascension, linear descent
whorl of mindunreadyfor unfolding
fractured heart papered over with smiles
fragmented emotions glued carefully
a whole image revealed in parts
a lie; maybe truth
interpreted differently by everyone
though aperfunctorybystander
may not like the art.

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jagged landscapes in

divine debauched disarray

~ soul blissed in sublime

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caterpillar bores

layered cabbage labyrinth

~ tasting geometry

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in scattered tenses

disparate thoughts tesselate

~ speaking single truth

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Reena’s exploration challenge #146 – cubism – Thank you Reena for such an interesting challenge. Pablo Picasso said “Art is a lie that enables us to realise the truth” … a thought that helped these words write

Frank Tassone’s Haiku sequence in dVerse MTB – Thank you Frank Tassone for sharing your knowledge, craft on this beautiful poetic form. Truly inspiring.

I greatly enjoyed creating my last collage “To the Sea”. I decided to further explore the use of a limited color palette.This piece is a companion piece to my last one in wanting to go by the same “rules”. (limited color palette, utilizing my two main techniques within one piece to equal degrees, smaller sized paper)

As usual I only used photos which I took, my trusty scissors and adhesive applied with a brush. The sort of Maxfield Parish coloring comes from the times of day that I took the photos, all Pre-Raphaelite luminescence playing upon the neighborhood but for a few minutes at a time.

For all my work regardless of medium I prefer a certain amount of density. Especially with my collages, I like the effect of the viewer being able to find new little things with each viewing. An open ended narrative which leads to one’s own…

behold the artist’s fractured vision
a technique wholly proclaiming
a distorted perception
this gifted flair of expression
shows us their talent
and gives us a unique art form

we revel in being offered
this layered complexity in simple shapes
asserting visual depth and familiarity
mysteriously and abstractedly
leaving us to be intensely inspired
and exquisitely drawn in

Reena is the host of Reena’sExploration Challenge

WEEKLY PROMPT #146

I was seeing some works of art shared on Instagram, and the word/art form that caught my fancy is

CUBISM

A few images to catch your fancy….

Source: blog.spoongraphics.co.uk

Let the word, pictures, symbolism, intricacies and the artist’s struggle inspire you to write something.

I am fine with anything from a caption to a poem/story to an essay. Or just another painting which moved your imagination.

Delve within to create without.

Happy writing!

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Putting brush strokes on canvas isn’t just enough anymore

What an artist creates painstakingly can be

Captured with the camera in the blink of an eye

Creating the feel and evoking the emotions behind a scene

That can only be done by breaking it apart in fragments

And then putting it together to express what lies deep

Tiny pieces of art, joined again to present…

Your swirling hair
Beguiles
Your beauty 
Transfixes 
Your presence
Mesmerizes 
Perceived 
In the mirror
Your reflection
Sustains 
Issue from
Your blood 
Takes flight
To the stars
Your head adorns
A warriors shield.

Who am I.

one day I will write about us
it will be the best
ever piece
I write
of
fib

Fib: Noun

1. A lie
2. A poem consisting of 6 lines with 20 syllables, with syllables per line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 based on Fibonacci Sequence. The poem above is an example of Reverse Fibonacci poem.

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 145