Loved the perspective... you are right, art is what the artist sees, sometimes we understand the vision, sometime not so much. This illustration was one of those, it made me feel claustrophobic! LOL
So is she buried alive? I did not see that till I read your poem, but so she is! I'm wondering if this affected you the same way, because you say he painted what you could not see. I'm thinking that he takes something really bad and paints it to be pretty. As ever your poem, even about something like this, is so good.
Very interesting picture - I am not one for contemporary art but I quite like that. At least it is better than unmade beds and cows cut in half! Your poem is very sussinct. Lynne x
What - oh what - oh what dwells in the minds of artists - whether it be on canvas or in words - there is an expression within that has to be expelled - poem - very well done .....art - not so much.
The work of art is called 'the garden' and is a garden positioned between two rivers. The woman must stand (lie) symbol for what grows in the garden or her female parts are a garden of delight. Such things intrigued artists in the 60's. You know, that's when we all lost our inhibitions.
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Close this window Jump to comment formIt's great to see the different takes on this painting. I'm enjoying it very much.
Have a fabulous day. :)
October 27, 2013 at 10:37 AM
kinda spooky. creepy. eek!
October 27, 2013 at 10:40 AM
Loved the perspective... you are right, art is what the artist sees, sometimes we understand the vision, sometime not so much. This illustration was one of those, it made me feel claustrophobic! LOL
October 27, 2013 at 11:03 AM
I like your art a lot better than his art...for sure
October 27, 2013 at 11:15 AM
it's always interesting to read what's in others hearts!
October 27, 2013 at 11:26 AM
A bit dark . . . although there was rhyme.
October 27, 2013 at 12:43 PM
Expertly crafted...
October 27, 2013 at 12:56 PM
yes they are...art is what is seen...felt...when no one else does...def an aluring shape to the chalice of life....and death.
smiles.
October 27, 2013 at 1:16 PM
Art is in the eye of the beholder
As poetry is in the heart
beautiful lines. Beauty indeed lies in the eyes of the beholder.
October 27, 2013 at 1:28 PM
Thank you for your lovely bit of art...
October 27, 2013 at 2:05 PM
So is she buried alive? I did not see that till I read your poem, but so she is! I'm wondering if this affected you the same way, because you say he painted what you could not see. I'm thinking that he takes something really bad and paints it to be pretty. As ever your poem, even about something like this, is so good.
October 27, 2013 at 4:55 PM
That is a tricky one!
Good job, Gail. :-)
October 27, 2013 at 7:05 PM
Gail,
Good poem, the picture is special!
October 27, 2013 at 8:54 PM
Very interesting picture - I am not one for contemporary art but I quite like that. At least it is better than unmade beds and cows cut in half!
Your poem is very sussinct.
Lynne x
October 28, 2013 at 4:03 AM
What - oh what - oh what dwells in the minds of artists - whether it be on canvas or in words - there is an expression within that has to be expelled - poem - very well done .....art - not so much.
October 28, 2013 at 5:56 AM
Perhaps he knew just how crucial mulch is to the health of soil , which is only letter away from " soul" !
October 28, 2013 at 8:59 AM
Keep writing!
erosion
October 28, 2013 at 11:21 AM
The work of art is called 'the garden' and is a garden positioned between two rivers. The woman must stand (lie) symbol for what grows in the garden or her female parts are a garden of delight. Such things intrigued artists in the 60's. You know, that's when we all lost our inhibitions.
October 28, 2013 at 1:34 PM
That is one strange prompt! I didn't do it this time as I was working on my Halloween poem.
I liked your take on it.
=)
October 30, 2013 at 12:41 AM
Art is def in the eye of the beholder and we all see different things which makes art so intriguing. I enjoyed your perspective.
October 30, 2013 at 7:44 PM