Monday, April 13, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Meet This Artist I Know
I have known Brooke since we were 13, and she keeps adding more types of art to her talents. We started off as middle school musicians, playing the clarinet together. Since then, Brooke has been a writer and an actress, has painted, drawn, made pottery, jewelery and wire sculptures, and will probably soon be making clothes and designing cars. I wouldn't be suprised. :) Here is one of her paintings:
*Note her use of cool and warm colors to draw attention to certain aspects of the artwork
Monday, April 6, 2009
Poetry Slam - Cowboy Poetry's the Beautiful-ist
Good Bye, Old Man by Baxter Black
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Somewhere deep in the old man's eyes a mem'ry took a'hold.
It fought the ageless undertow that drains and mocks the old.
I wiped a dribble off his chin, "Pop, tell me what you see?"
"It's all the boys I rode with, I think they've come for me."
Unconsciously I checked the door. "It's nothin' but the wind.
You better try and git some rest, tomorrow we'll go in."
"Is that you, Bob? I can't quite see. Yer mounted mighty well.
You never rode a horse that good when we were raisin' hell."
"Lie down, old man. There's no one here." "No wait, that looks like Clyde.
He helped me put ol' Blue to sleep. Why, hell, he even cried.
Now don't forget to check the salt, them cows'll drift back down.
Well, I'll be damned, there's Augustine, he worked here on the Brown.
"When I hired on to buckaroo...But that's been fifty years."
The old man squinched his rheumy eyes, I dabed away the tears.
The boss had told me he was old, had seen a lot of springs.
I bet ya if you peeled his bark, you'd count near eighty rings.
We'd rode the last three summers here together on the rim.
Just he and I, for puncher's pay. I'd learned a lot from him.
But now I'm settin' by his bed, uncertain what to do.
I ain't no good at nursin' coots. I'm only twenty-two.
"I reckon that I'm ready now. My friends are set to go.
They've got an extra mount cut out that's just for me, I know."
"You've got to stop this foolish talk! You shouldn't overdo!
Pop, all you need's a good night's sleep. You'll be as good as new."
"Don't make it complicated, kid, cut a pal some slack.
The saddle on that extra horse...that's my ol' weathered kak.
I'm comin' Bob, I'll be right there." He winked a misty eye
And tried to reach up for his hat, then died without a sigh.
I'll tellya, man, it freaked me out! I dang near came in two!
I'd never watched a person die, especially one I knew.
I tried to say a little prayer but all I knew was grace.So
I just said, "Good Bye, Old Man," and covered up his face.
I poured myself the bitter dregs and stood out on the step.
Alone I listened to the night, as still as death, except,
I thought I heard above the coffee sloshin' in my cop,
The far off, easy, pleasured sound of old friends catchin' up.
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Somewhere deep in the old man's eyes a mem'ry took a'hold.
It fought the ageless undertow that drains and mocks the old.
I wiped a dribble off his chin, "Pop, tell me what you see?"
"It's all the boys I rode with, I think they've come for me."
Unconsciously I checked the door. "It's nothin' but the wind.
You better try and git some rest, tomorrow we'll go in."
"Is that you, Bob? I can't quite see. Yer mounted mighty well.
You never rode a horse that good when we were raisin' hell."
"Lie down, old man. There's no one here." "No wait, that looks like Clyde.
He helped me put ol' Blue to sleep. Why, hell, he even cried.
Now don't forget to check the salt, them cows'll drift back down.
Well, I'll be damned, there's Augustine, he worked here on the Brown.
"When I hired on to buckaroo...But that's been fifty years."
The old man squinched his rheumy eyes, I dabed away the tears.
The boss had told me he was old, had seen a lot of springs.
I bet ya if you peeled his bark, you'd count near eighty rings.
We'd rode the last three summers here together on the rim.
Just he and I, for puncher's pay. I'd learned a lot from him.
But now I'm settin' by his bed, uncertain what to do.
I ain't no good at nursin' coots. I'm only twenty-two.
"I reckon that I'm ready now. My friends are set to go.
They've got an extra mount cut out that's just for me, I know."
"You've got to stop this foolish talk! You shouldn't overdo!
Pop, all you need's a good night's sleep. You'll be as good as new."
"Don't make it complicated, kid, cut a pal some slack.
The saddle on that extra horse...that's my ol' weathered kak.
I'm comin' Bob, I'll be right there." He winked a misty eye
And tried to reach up for his hat, then died without a sigh.
I'll tellya, man, it freaked me out! I dang near came in two!
I'd never watched a person die, especially one I knew.
I tried to say a little prayer but all I knew was grace.So
I just said, "Good Bye, Old Man," and covered up his face.
I poured myself the bitter dregs and stood out on the step.
Alone I listened to the night, as still as death, except,
I thought I heard above the coffee sloshin' in my cop,
The far off, easy, pleasured sound of old friends catchin' up.
This Music Video is a Work of Art
Train - Drops of Jupiter - this video makes you feel
like you've been to all of the cellestial places the song
describes.
like you've been to all of the cellestial places the song
describes.
Music Videos by VideoCure
My Favorite Artist
My Self Portrait
I have always been a little jealous of the
actresses in big poufy costume dresses,
so here is my formal Victorian self portrait!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Art and Human Behavior
Art can be created to fit human behavior, such as the Johnson Wax Building on the left, which was created to be a soothing, productive workplace, or art can be of human behavior, and inspired by it, as the picture below is. Art is a human behavior, just as breathing, sleeping, learning, among millions of other things.
I'm Having Another [American] Catharsis
A man and his wife own a small business that is failing. They are not pulling in enough money to pay their one employee, so they take a chash andvance to give him his check. With the leftover cash, the struggling entreprenuer upgrades the wireless high speed internet in his home, his wife goes out for a manicure and pedicure, and they each eat out three times that day (as they do most days). This situation makes me wonder - how many people who loose their homes never give up their $200/monthly direct tv bill? I'm willing to bet the percentage isn't very high. Our country is so materialistic, and people try to live so far outside of their financial comfort zone, that people will loose their homes and wish for a bailout before they cut back on spending. Cheap and frugal and negative words in our American culture, and that is sad in a time when being a little thrifty could save homes, and therefore loans, and therefore banks and the people they employ. The mindset of these spending addicts is insulting to those of us who handle our lives responlibly.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Art and the Human Condition
The human condition is that we are a group of beings that ask the same questions of the world (Why are we here? What is the meaning of life?) and are all subject to the same basic biological rules. (birth, aging, death, hunger, thirst, etc.) This is portrayed through art in the paintings, sculptures, movies, buildings and many other items that humans create. Anything the reflects feelings, poses a question, or shows the need for creature comforts (such as decorated sheets, curtains in homes, the plates we eat off of) is a product of the human condition.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Art and Human Nature
It is in human nature to create art, or art would not exist. Art provides insight to pieces of humanity that cannot be taught or enforced by culture. The creations fueled by emotion, reaction, and instinct - as opposed to art taught and supervised in a classroom, are what will show future generations that we are all connected by our shared nature.
Art and the Human Struggle
People use art to convey the struggles they face in life. What is the Human Struggle? The struggle to achieve, to be successful, respected, in some cases just the struggle to survive day to day. We struggle with the feeling of being trapped, for recognition, to be understood, to be at peace with life. Everyone faces different struggles, and that can unify humanity.
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