By An Eye Captured

Young Woman in Brown Apron Sketching on White Cardboard
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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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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