By An Eye Captured

Young Woman in Brown Apron Sketching on White Cardboard
Cottonbro at Pexels

By an eye captured

By a hand adorned

With each little brushstroke

The image is formed

Is it an expression

Of its subject true?

Is that really what art’s meant to do?

Is it the spirit of the thing that’s at play?

No!

It’s that the soul of the artist that sees it that way


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Oh For Courtly Love

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Where have gone the days of courtly love

Of romance from afar – so chaste

When knights errant favour sought with brave deeds

To brings a smile to a maiden’s face

But now it’s all flash and show

Sexuality – affection eclipsing

And all captured so powerfully

In two contrasting couples in this depiction


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Photo Challenge #337

The Queens

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Vincent Willem van Gogh

Vincent sat at his easel and squinted at the majesty of the queens in his vase.  The Paris series had been a success.  Now a year later, Arles beckoned.  The pot – simple, two-toned, was a perfect tool, as was the plain wall of the studio. 

“How many sunflowers?” he questioned to himself.  “Ten. A dozen more or less.”  He grinned to himself.  “The public needn’t know how many are actually in the vase, only the number in my mind.”

With that Vincent picked up his palette and began to mix his yellows, as the lemon queens awaited their day.   


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Flash Fiction Challenge: Lemon Queens

Spurned As Dirt

 

Brick and terracotta

Formed from earthy clay

Work of artisans and artists

Their ingenuity to display

 

From such a substance – simple

Spurned by most as dirt

It becomes things of beauty

As a master’s hands convert

 

Brick and terracotta

And Earth-born pottery

Ancient expressions

Of utility and artistry

 

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While this poem is meant to sing the praises of the simple forms associated with mere clay, it is also an allegory on human worth.  If we can have such accomplishments with something “spurned as dirt,” how much more can we look forward to seeing in human potential – even the from those seen as other or less?

dVerse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Investment

Enter a caption

 

Welcome to my abode –

Here in Mayfair fine

I welcome up-and-coming talent

To decorate this place of mine

 

You might think that I’ve more money –

Than I do – common sense

In running down my property –

Driving down the rents

 

No, it’s kind of an art academy

As I hope you can plainly see

Some day, I will be the proud owner

Of a work – by the next – Banksy

 

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Photo Challenge #326

Up-Cycling

paint

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“It looks like it’s had better days,” Deidre said as she looked at the peeling paintwork.

“It don’t look much, but I assure you the timber’s sound,” the old fisherman said.  “Been storin’ my nets and tackle her for right near fordy years.  Only selling-up cuz I’m retirin’.”

“Only 1200, you said?” Deidre asked.

“Yessum, and twenty a month for wharf access if you’re wantin’ it.”

“Okay, when can have your nets and things out?” she asked the old fellow.

“Well all the best tackles been sold already,” he replied.  “What’s left goes with the hut.”

Deidre looked at the assortment of net fragments, old floats, and a well rusted boat anchor, and said, ” Okay. It’s a deal.  My lawyer just wants you to write 1200 here,” she said pointing to a place on a crisp contract, “and sign here and here.”

Thus Deidre acquired the Bayside Studio for Maritime Art.  A few licks of varnish over the peeling paint was all it took to capture the rustic appeal. As for those odds and ends inside they quickly were incorporated into her first commission for an up-market couple from Boston, who said it was “Just perfect to remember their romantic seaside getaway.”

(200 words)

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

 

 

The Piece

Rust, Wall, Texture, Old, Vintage, Rustic, Grunge, Door

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Andre had no formal qualifications, but he loved to paint and draw, and he had even tried his hand at some sculpting in wire.  He had become proficient in doing city-scapes, and eked out a meagre living selling them to tourists.

His “studio” was no more than a garden shed.  It was there that he transformed the sketches he made while waiting for customers into paintings.

One evening there was a ferocious evening storm.  It seemed to rock the very foundations of his humble home.  In the morning, Andre discovered that a tree had fallen onto the roof of his beloved shed, collapsing the roof.   Shelves had tumbled, and canvases and paints alike were strewn willy-nilly about the ruins.

There would be no sales that day as Andre began to pick through to detritus of his livelihood.  He managed to salvage two completed paintings of the Lion Bridge, and three other canvases which were salvageable, though they were splattered with assorted paint and garden grime.  The grim task completed, he went inside to await the slim possibilities of the next day.

In the morning, he carried his remaining artwork to the Lion Bridge, and set the two extant works against the railings, in the hope of drawing some custom.  With no studio to work in, he next took one of spattered canvases and placed it upon an easel.  He was just starting to paint a faint outline of one of the lion sentinels onto the canvas when a distinguished looking couple approached.

The hatchet-faced lady picked up one of the completed paintings and held it up to her gentleman companion.  The man pulled a face, and the pair both shook their heads disapprovingly.   As the man picked up the other work to give it a closer examination, the woman stepped up to Andre’s work in progress.

“Reginald,” she called in a nasally noise, “I think I have found just the piece for above the fireplace in the villa.”

 

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Tale Weaver – #281 – Artwork

Visage Captured

Antonio Canova, Paolina Borghese as Venus Victorious, 1804-08, white marble, 160 x 192 cm (Galleria Borghese, Rome)

The model lounged upon the pillowed couch. Her pose was natural, and yet alluring.  Her focused gaze drew any observer to either follow her stare, or to latch onto her fine feminine visage.  She truly had the face of an angel.

White
Marble –
Chisel Cut.
Intricately
Fashioned Lines and Curves.
Michelangelo-like,
Sculptor Crafts a Masterpiece,
Bringing Awe In Adoring Fans –
Witnesses To Talent Unsurpassed.
An Angelic Face Captured For All Time.

Weekend Writing Prompt #144 – Sculpture in 71 words

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