Art

 

Hitler on art

 What would the Egyptians be without their pyramids and temples and the artistic decorations that surrounded their daily lives ? What would the Greeks be without Athens and the Acropolis ? What would the Romans be without their mighty buildings and engineering works ? What would the German emperors of the middles ages be without their cathedrals and their imperial palaces ? And what would the Middle Ages themselves be without their town halls and guild halls, or religion be without its churches ? That there was once such a people as the Mayas we should not know at all, or else be unconcerned about them, had they not left for the admiration of our time those mighty ruins of cities that bear witness to the extraordinary epic qualities of that people, such ruins as have arrested the attention of the modern world and are still a fascinating object of study for our scholars.

A people cannot live longer than the works which are the testimony of its culture.

* National- Socialist Party Congress, 1936

CUPID AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER

 

CUPID AS A LANDSCAPE PAINTER, by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE                Poet's Biography First Line: Once I sate upon a mountain Last Line: No, I trow -- not I! Subject(s): Cupid; Paintings & Painters; Eros

ONCE I sate upon a mountain, Gazing on the mist before me; Like a great grey sheet of canvas, Shrouding all things in its cover, Did it float 'twixt earth and heaven. Then a child appear'd beside me, Saying, 'Friend, it is not seemly, Thus to gaze in idle wonder, With that noble breadth before thee. Hast thou lost thine inspiration? Hath the spirit of the painter Died within thee utterly?' But I turn'd and look'd upon him, Speaking not, but thinking inly, 'Will he read a lesson now!' 'Folded hands,' pursued the infant, 'Never yet have won a triumph. Look! I'll paint for thee a picture Such as none have seen before.' And he pointed with his finger, Which like any rose was ruddy; And upon the breadth of vapour With that finger 'gan to draw. First a glorious sun he painted, Dazzling when I look'd upon it; And he made the inner border Of the clouds around it golden, With the light rays through the masses Pouring down in streams of splendour. Then the tender taper summits Of the trees, all leaf and glitter, Started from the sullen void; And the slopes behind them rising, Graceful-lined in undulation, Glided backwards one by one. Underneath, be sure, was water; And the stream was drawn so truly, That it seem'd to break and shimmer, That it seem'd as if cascading From the lofty rolling wheel. There were flowers beside the brooklet; There were colours on the meadow -- Gold and azure, green and purple, Emerald and bright carbuncle. Clear and pure he work'd the ether As with lapis-lazuli, And the mountains in the distance Stretching blue and far away -- All so well, that I, in rapture At the second revelation, Turn'd to gaze upon the painter, From the picture which he drew. 'Have I not,' he said, 'convinced thee That I know the painter's secret? Yet the greatest is to come.' Then he drew with gentle finger, Still more delicately pointed, In the wood, about its margin, Where the sun within the water Glanced as from the clearest mirror, Such a maiden's form! Perfect shape in perfect raiment, Fair young cheeks 'neath glossy ringlets, And the cheeks were of the colour Of the finger whence they came. 'Child,' I cried, 'what wondrous master In his school of art hath form'd thee, That so deftly, and so truly, From the sketch unto the burnish, Thou hast finish'd such a gem?' As I spoke, a breeze arising Stirr'd the tree-tops in the picture, Ruffled every pool of water, Waved the garments of the maiden; And, what more than all amazed me, Her small feet took motion also, And she came towards the station Where I sat beside the boy. So, when everything was moving, Leaves and water, flowers and raiment, And the footsteps of the darling -- Think you I remain'd as lifeless As the rock on which I rested? No, I trow -- not I!

Modern art

 

Of Politics & Art by Norman Dubie

  

Of Politics & Art

by Norman Dubie

Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula
The winter storm
Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse.
Mrs. Whitimore, dying
Of tuberculosis, said it would be after dark
Before the snowplow and bus would reach us.

She read to us from Melville.

How in an almost calamitous moment
Of sea hunting
Some men in an open boat suddenly found themselves
At the still and protected center
Of a great herd of whales
Where all the females floated on their sides
While their young nursed there. The cold frightened whalers
Just stared into what they allowed
Was the ecstatic lapidary pond of a nursing cow's
One visible eyeball.
And they were at peace with themselves.

Today I listened to a woman say
That Melville might
Be taught in the next decade. Another woman asked, "And why not?"
The first responded, "Because there are
No women in his one novel."

And Mrs. Whitimore was now reading from the Psalms.
Coughing into her handkerchief. Snow above the windows.

There was a blue light on her face, breasts, and arms.
Sometimes a whole civilization can be dying
Peacefully in one young woman, in a small heated room
With thirty children
Rapt, confident and listening to the pure
God-rendering voice of a storm.

Pretty doll 6

 

Modern art

 

Modern art

 

Le Printemps

 

Luis Ricardo Falero

 

Mahler—Son Borne of the Street Song BY JUAN FELIPE HERRERA

  Mahler—Son Borne of the Street Song

BY JUAN FELIPE HERRERA

Inspired by the life of Gustav Mahler and his last symphony, No. 9 in D Major

in the darkness

in the exile—there is a sigh, a number 9

there is a son borne of the street song, the injured timpani red drum

there is a town,  Jihlava, a make-shift theatre &

rough-cut street dancers, there is a sky that welcomes him

his furious strings tasking the universe, his weaving of all things

the piccolo & the flute

oboes of furies tiny streams of burning slow breath

we wait in silence & face up

we notice the heavens the turbulence &

wild sharp strokes & pieces of banned color & banned voices

their outcast Jewish hymn takes us to the endless seas

unknown choruses unknown winds & collapsing worlds

we enter we follow we enter we halt we are halted

vanishing harmonies you walk through quadrants of space

music what is it one note encompasses everything

one oboe returns why

your life beginning your life almost ending then ending

what do you hear in this vastness this movement before you

unknown forces whirl violins & the dead

the director’s arms & hands sway shaking point dissolve

only still we stand now we only

left alone only Gustav Mahler lives on

by this bed this night this day this last cycle

falls into an ever returning descent of sound

a voice a voice do you hear it hear it

Bacon art

 

Chacán-Pi

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Deutsch: Chacán, auch Pi-Chacán bzw. Chacán-Pi, ist eine von dem peruanischen Künstler Fernando de la Jara geschaffene Skulptur.

English: Pi-Chacán (also known as Chacán-Pi) is a sculpture by the Peruvian artist Fernando de la Jara

  

Art

  

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Tatoo

 

Monster tatoo

 

Sort of nazi flag

 

They look alike!

 

Mental Health Awareness Month

 

United States has been observing Mental Health Awareness during the month of May since 1949. Each year, businesses, organizations, schools and individuals dedicate this month to acknowledge those effected by mental illness and present innovative ideas, events and programs that support the treatment and prevention of mental illness. Many individuals that suffer from mental health symptoms have found that creating art can be used as a therapy and have very positive effects on their condition. A regular practice of creating art can be nurturing for relieving stress, increasing confidence and supporting general mental health wellness in all of us, not just those that struggle. The Zentangle Method is a simple and powerful way to access creativity. The Zentangle Method opens doorways to our creative abilities and the artist within each of us. Using simple steps and basic strokes, anyone can create beautiful images using the Zentangle Method.   This May we will be honoring Mental Health Awareness month through a series of blogs, newsletters, and videos. We will explore the ways in which our own Zentangle practice plays a role in our own mental health and well being. Whether it is the act of creating art or embracing the philosophies behind the method, the Zentangle Method is a powerful tool to have in our toolbox. In spring of 2020, Julie shared a blog, My Zentangle Tool Box. We thought this message is just as important today as it was just a few years ago. Join us as we look back on these thoughts and ideas and (hint) we may be giving away a new Zentangle MantraBand!

To further kick off this month, we are going back to last May (2021) and Zentangle Project Pack No. 14. This project pack was designed to highlight the importance of art and creativity in mental health and wellness. In this series, we share the Zentangle Method as an option for accessing the artist within. If you tangled along with us the first time around, we invite you to join us again and perhaps use our ideas and lessons as seeds of inspiration for new ideas. If this is your first exploration of this project pack, we can’t wait to see what you create.

You can watch all of the Zentangle Project Pack No. 14 videos for free here. You can purchase PP14 materials here or follow along with whatever you have at home!   We are looking forward to the stories we will share and conversations that we will have over the next few weeks. Thank you all for joining us!

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