Dateline: Chicklets’ & Art Gowns’ Host Gala Fundraiser

Resa, such beautiful artwork, gowns, music, and for such a worthy cause.
Brava!

Art Gowns

Art Gowns and Chicklets pooled their talents for a fundraiser, and show of support  for all victims of rape, sexual abuse and crimes of violence.

Headlining the evening at Toronto’s Uptown nightclub, Coopa Cabana, was internationally renown Torch Singer, Rene Rosso.

In a stunning Art Gown designed by Couturier Chicklet, Milly, Ms. Rosso opened with her rendition of Etta James’ “At Last”.

The Chicklet of Ceremonies, Pearl, introduced the entertainers, and speakers.

Key speaker, Georgiann, gave a mind blowing talk. It was filled with statistics and real life accounts. One statistic  from RAINN says, “Every 92 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted; and every 9 minutes, that victim is a child.”

Marina Kanavaki and Chicklet Poppy performed a Ballet Nouveau, to the happy ending of La Fille mal gardée. It is a tale of a girl who is being forced to marry someone she does not love. In the…

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A Potpourri of Art

By Resa!

Graffiti Lux Art & More

Now that I’m Graffiti Lux Art & More, I get to post a wider variety of creativity.

Above is a self portrait of my youthful, one-eyed alien self. Below is a butterfly on a garage door.

Charlie Zero wrote the unique micro poem below.

My  comment to him is titled:  Buck Poem Eye

This alley art is the closest I have to a Buckeye Butterfly. However, if you click on the butterfly art below, you will go to Timothy Price’s blog, and see the real thing. His shots are wonderful!

Below is Princess Blue Holly’s alter ego as Rene Rosso, Torch Singer. In a gown I designed, the hem is a butterfly’s folded wings. Many thanks to Holly, my muse/model!

Here is PBH on an undercover assignment, as a showgirl in the Folies Bergère . She is a mistress of disguise.

Butterfly pics taken by Resa – March 24…

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The Birth of Art

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Horses and Rhinoceros- Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc Cave circa 30,000-32,000BP Horses and Rhinoceros- Chauvet-Pont-d’Arc Cave circa 30,000-32,000BP

We do not know exactly when the first work of art was created by human hands and we will probably never for certain, as the very question is vexatiously hedged with other questions (such as, what constitutes art?), and that is before we factor in our uncertain knowledge of unconscionably remote periods, new discoveries that shatter accepted wisdom and most pertinently, all that will remain undiscovered as it has vanished from the face of the earth forever.

Georges Bataille who wrote extensively on the subject of prehistoric art for over three decades published  Prehistoric Painting: Lascaux or the Birth of Art in 1955, a monograph on the famous Lascaux Caves, known as the Sistine Chapel of Prehistoric Art, with paintings dating from around 17,000 BP.  Bataille’s theory that Lascaux represented the birth of art  would have been uncontroversial at the time, but new…

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Did you ever feel like you were sculpting an Art Gown? Well, that’s exactly how I felt building Queen Isabella. Dedicated to my sweet friend Isabella: I said to her and T, I want Isabella in the title, but with another word. Without hesitation, T said “Queen”. Without hesitation, it made sense to me. Isabella […]

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Visit the black dress and  an amazing poem by Leonard Durso  at Resa’s Art Gowns Art.   Thank you Resa ! 🌹

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Liars and gossips were in my favour

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Hamed M. Dehongi

You were a bright star
In the darkest sky
You were the red tulip
Among the garden's flowers
Every society or circle
Was proud to have you
It was not a surprise
Many were envious of you
They told lies and gossips
In every chance they had
They finally could succeed
In disgracing you anyway
All those liars and gossips
They were in my favour
I could prove myself as
The only honest lover
All other lovers of you
Judged by ears and eyes
I, in contrast to them
Used just my heart's eye
Ears and eyes on the head
Could sometimes be deceived
But who can see and hear
By heart, never gets lost

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Our Place

Beautiful poetry …

The Stories In Between

There is a walk I know, among the trees
How much you always loved the solitude
The dry, fallen leaves cracking beneath our feet
An overcast afternoon, fleeting warmth as the sun
Wove through the clouds overhead
The fall colors, which you couldn’t stop talking about
You always had a way of looking at things
As if for the first time
We’d sit there, beside the creek
Because there’s always a creek in my dreams
Sipping water, eating grapes, maybe strawberries
As you reach in your backpack
Surprise me with a chunk of banana bread
You made the night before, for our special day
A simple reminder, to never let go of these moments
Because for all the broken promises, things left unsaid
This is all that really matters in the end
A walk in the woods, sitting by a creek on a fall afternoon
Eating smashed banana bread with…

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