Abstraction
April 26, 2012 at 5:33 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Considering Ideas | 1 CommentTags: abstraction, digital design, kayaking
The process of abstraction holds endless possibilities. You can zoom in, zoom out, fragment, isolate, select and emphasize; the idea is to…mmm, even that is up for grabs. When subject matter is abstracted, one sometimes, often, looks for the elemental, the essence of a thing. It’s a bit difficult to describe in words, or do. One level of art looks at an object or experience in the visible world and records it, represents it as most see it. It may teach the viewer to really look, that’s good.
A step beyond just recording is the artist’s personalized impression of a moment or an object. That demands that there is a give and take between the artist and the subject matter, a developed perspective. Abstraction goes way beyond that. I should say, “Could go way beyond that” as some doesn’t. Mostly, there can be so much more for a viewer to perceive with abstraction but there has to be a desire.
Here’s an image from my impressions of the past weekend, the senses engaged in a certain area and then the abstraction of it.
April Is Poetry Month!
April 11, 2012 at 10:12 pm | Posted in Considering Ideas, Poetry | 1 CommentTags: Academy of American Poets, evolution, Joan Desmond poetry, National Poetry Month, Poetry
Last month, March, was Youth Art Month. The Council for Art education thought of that. This month, April, is Poetry Month. Apparently this was initiated by the Academy of American Poets. It’s nice to know these things. I’m game for anything that spotlights and awakens the various creative muses. For poetry month I’ve been spurred by two friends and their insistent daily output so I’m at the keyboard composing Day Poems, that is, something every day, mostly, to keep up.
I’m sharing two poems-one old, one new, the first kind of cheeky, fun and an old favorite, the second one reflective. Let me know what you think.
Squishy white bread
Squishy white bread
is not good for me
but feels fine sandwiched in my fingers
especially with sticky peanut butter
wedged into the fold of it
next to some real butter
not good either
So full of Wonder when I was nine
at such a find
coming from Holland
with the heavy whole wheats
and dark hearty ryes
one piece would fortify all day
In Cincinnati it took 8 slices
of the white stuff
to weigh down the stomach
But what squeezy fun
those white bread balls for creek fishing
or sculpted into ammo
to lob at the American kids.
Joan Desmond 2/24/00
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Evolution
Imagine
an endless space
and that your fingers
can touch infinite length
Visualize each possible answer
knowing your mind
can answer all questions
Think of every conceivable color
understanding their ultimate harmony
Hear all possible sounds
familiar with each vibration
Consider every possible number
as you
remember all the sequences
and that this is your destiny
this is who you really are
endless, infinite
touching forever and all
so much more than
“me, me, me” and “I”
Joan Desmond 4/11/12
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