Hidden emotions …. by Radhika
blogspot.spoongraphics.co.uk
Abstract figures, contours,
appear to ramble
incoherent thoughts.
The jagged emotions
deftly concealed
behind the colors bright.
Only the discerning eye
reads between the lines
to decipher the depth of pain.
Scrambled Reality ….. By VJ Knutson
Of cubism,
I am ignorant
yet, I relate
To express
depths of perception
concurrent aspects
Of a multi –
imagined
universe
Or even
to embrace
the possibility
of oneness
in fractured
slices…
I pull apart the pieces
re-create the image
still cannot find the whole.
(Reena’s Exploration challenge this week is cubism, a subject I know nothing about, but it does seem to fit with this self-portrait I’ve been working on. Synchronicity in action.)
Artistic insights …. by wordeologist
Maybe you can show me
Maybe then I can know
Why my spirit wails
Why I feel tired
Worn by the trials of this life
Why I can’t see the good
Without remembering the bad
Maybe if you try
You can show me who I am
1940 Joan Miro
Paint me
Colour my soul
Curve out all emotion
Weave your hand and splay my essence
Draw deep
Show my sparkle and shade my gloom
Turn me round, see it all
Joys and despairs
Displayed
artnet
Gray abstract artist
Dispassionate in your ways
Perceptive to all
Crafting cubes with multiple views
Deep fears and aching desires
Sean Safarlou
My soul falls upon the canvas
Now I can see through the rain
Now I can see me
“The rain blinds while clearing sight” – 6word story
I hope you enjoy this,
For;
Reena’s exploration challenge – cubism
Sue’s writephoto prompt – worn
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A funny thing happened on the way to the laundry today. The colors from the threads I don, slipped out of my grip and started flowing through the streets. I tried to catch a few, but they looked unfamiliar. Red was not a pure color anymore. It got contaminated with my emotional states - anger, excitement, … Continue reading Purity
Cubism …. by tiredhamster
What is seen is already
Broken, and what is depicted
Never was. The artists had
Their agendas, trying to impose
Reality to the limits of oils
And borders, even if a deformation
had to occur. But all that remains
Is another object that reality holds.
But an object is its own being.
Even if the artist casts himself
The failure of his dreams,
And reality tosses his name
To the spaces between air,
The thing stays here for you,
Its meaning simmering into shapes,
the reconfigured glares, the figures
twisted into color, movements
That were not borne of reality
Directly, but are now within
Its domain, changing its air,
Maybe changing you as well.
Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #146.
It was the morning after my wedding. I walked up to the terrace, dressed in bridal finery - glass bangles and silver anklets. My husband was busy feeding a large brood of pigeons. “Hey, move back! You will scare the birds away.” It was the first shock - to know that his priorities were peristeronic. … Continue reading Priorities
As the pieces fly on angels wings —- by Jade Li/Lisa
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…
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Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. Life was ripe for a new turn anyway, but this was different. The music, the food, the ambience was all out of this world. She danced away the evening with a few people who took a fancy for her. … Continue reading Life Positive
Cubist Me ….. by Punam
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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Cubist sees ….. by mindfills
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.
