The poet Louise Gluck has become the first American woman to win the Nobel prize for literature in 27 years, cited for “her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal”.
A little bird said this one’s for me! Please see the original at Resa’s.
Just because I’ve walked through an alley 1000 times, doesn’t mean I won’t find something new.
…and so, out doing errands, I take the alley…
… and find Scheheraholly.
Pics taken by Resa – August 4, 2020
Some fab reflections of Scheheraholly.
corrupt the binds that hold you
but should you feel so inclined
do not waste what you do not have.
In altered zones of delight
I tumble through the days.
My lover comes and goes leaving me
lonely and politics is not soothing either.
I speak to America, You beautiful nation.
Beauty is not my friend
but the concept that governs is.
Read the lines on which your independence
rests you citizens of heaven.
The Congress, July 4th, 1776.
“The history of the King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpation, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States“.
“”Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it”
…writer and philosopher George Santayana
A Little Night Music
In Nickolas Muray’s (Hungarian-born American photographer)1939 portrait of painter Frida Kahlo a crown of purple yarn weaves in and out of her thick black hair, flyaways break loose from her braids. Her favorite shawl, a deep magenta rebozo wraps around her shoulders matching the warm flush of her cheeks and her painted nails—glints of red that call attention to her strong hands. She leans comfortably against a wall gazing resolutely if not lovingly at the camera.
Muray and Kahlo were at the height of their on-again off-again ten-year relationship when these pictures were taken. Their affair had started in 1931 after Muray was divorced from his second wife and shortly after Kahlo’s marriage to Mexican muralist Diego Rivera. It outlived Muray’s third marriage and Kahlo’s divorce and remarriage to Rivera by one year, ending in 1941. They remained good friends until her death in 1954.
In the portrait she wears
a coral shawl across her shoulders.
Terracotta lips are set in granite.
Her eyes are the color of the earth,
they scream the anguish of the world.
Her image is etched into tapestry
hung from nails on a farmhouse wall.
She is captured by the hand
of a woman uprising
She is proud
she is Mexico.
poetry by Holly Rene Hunter
Marc Chagall on display at Marina Kanavaki… stunning art and wonderful narrative.
Russian-French painter, lithographer, etcher and designer.
July 7, 1887,
in Vitebsk, Russia
An early modernist, he was associated with several major artistic styles and created works in a wide range of artistic formats, including painting, drawings, book illustrations, stained glass, stage sets, ceramic tapestries and fine art prints.
Before World War I, he travelled between Saint Petersburg, Paris, and Berlin. During this period he created his own mixture and style of modern art based on his idea of Eastern European Jewish folk culture. In Paris, he associated with Guillaume Apollinaire and Robert Delaunay and encountered Fauvism and Cubism.He spent the wartime years in Soviet Belarus, becoming one of the country’s most distinguished artists and a member of the modernist avant-garde, founding the Vitebsk Arts College before leaving again for Paris in 1923.
Using the medium of stained glass, he produced windows for…
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Exhilarating photography by the surrealists Thank you Equinoxio.
Dora Maar by Dora Maar. Paris. Mid 30’s. Amazing expo at Pompidou, July 2019.
Dora Maar, born Henriette Dora Markowitch in Paris in 1907, was a French photographer and artist who rose to fame in the 30’s. She knew only the best players of the time. Unfairly “catalogued” as “just one” of Picasso’s many lovers, she was a talented woman with a wide range of interest from photography to painting. The expo last year gave her justice.
Model by Dora Maar, early 30’s. Maar set up a photo studio with Pierre Kiefer. I suppose it was easier for a woman then to present a “male” front. A male signature. Remember women in France did not vote until 1944-1946. The model above still represents the evolution of the time: hair cut short, a man’s jacket on a straight skirt.
Fashion photograph. Mid 30s’
Dora Maar experimented…
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Thank you Resa and Timothy for all the love and fun and amazing talent that you share with us all.
Music & Lyrics by Timothy Price
Inspired by Holly and Marina
Collaboration between Resa and Timothy
Can we have long-distance love
For kitties locked down, locked in, Zoomed?
Jeep’s up north to the east
Spunk’s down south to the west
Jeep says meuw, not meow
Spunk says mew followed by a growl
Jeep is four dimensions in three
Spunk’s dimensions? Egyptian eyes
Jeep is a sweet girly whirly
Spunk has his destructive manly ways
Girly/Manly ways attract
Virtual romance for a matter-of-fact
Feline matchmaking during Covid cooties
Long-distance love-making, feline beauties
Purring, growling, rubbing screens
Jeep and Spunk have hit the scene
Virtual love and Covid Cooties
Modern romance oh so beauti…
Full of screen-time Zoom Zoom Zoomed
Feline matchmaking, Covid cooties
Long-distance love-making, feline beauties
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Buckle up, we’re off on Resa’s Paris Adventures! Please visit the original, don’t miss it!
While waiting for Hyperion to answer the call that she sent out via Resa’s Tree, Princess Blue Holly (aka PBH, Blue Holly & Princess Blue) morphed into her Cheetah outfit!
“Princess Blue, you’re so cool, NOT, with all your magic changes. HA! cough … hiss … cough! PBH is Peanut Butter Holly to me. You’re nothing but mush… cough!”
No wonder Hyperion wasn’t answering! Princess Blue Holly remembered that Resa’s Tree had been frozen by Evilomlap, into an artificial winter. She couldn’t use her Tangle Heart, he was onto it, and had used it to lead her to his lair.
Blue Holly suddenly heard Marina’s invisible whisper. “Use my Pear Tree! It’s incognito, hiding between Dr. Huey and Melody Parfumee rose bushes. Pruned to a point, it should get through to Hyperion. Evil can’t find it!
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I barely noticed
when gentle lapping
against bare toes
nudging of knees
with a feeling
that could be described
I let it gently
close over my head
beneath the surface
from time to time
angel fish whisper
I fight to emerge
after painful gasp
with undiluted broadcasts
eyes assaulted by
by buzz of a million
it does not
take very long
until I embrace
drift back watery depths
to find gills have grown
along my ribs
brightly colored fish
who do not
know the world
entwined in my
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““There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.”
French painter, collagist, draughtsman, printmaker and sculptor
May 13, 1882,
in Argenteuil, Val-d’Oise.
A major 20th-century French painter. Braque’s early works were impressionistic, but transitioned into a fauvist styleand -after meeting and working with Picasso - founded and developed Cubism, contributing to the history of art [big time!].
So here’s a glimpse of his work
“Art is made to disturb, science reassures.”
“Truth exists; only lies are invented.”
“Once an object has been incorporated in a picture it accepts a new destiny.”
“Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas. ”
“Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry. ”
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