Showing posts with label Drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drawings. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Give Back, O Silver Stream and Fountain Bright.... Michelangelo

    Give back, O silver stream and fountains bright,
the constant spring you borrowed from my eyes,
the power not yours that makes you swell and rise,
the flow that nature never made so great.
     And you, dense air, that shade the heavenly light
from these sad orbs and thicken with my sighs,
restore them to the heart that weary lies,
clear your dark faces to my new sharpened sight.
     Now let the earth give back my foot's hard print
that grass may grow on what was trodden bare,
echo, long deaf, send back my loud lament; 
     and may your holy lights at last set free
my longing looks to sometime love another
beauty, since you have no delight in me.

Michelangelo
Probably to T. C.

Buonarroti, Michelangelo. "Poems". Michelangelo; Poems and Letters. Translated with an Introduction and Notes by    Anthony Mortimer. London, England: Penguin Classics, 2007.

No matter who Michelangelo's heart belonged to his works were rarely rivaled.  His sketches are quite telling of the amount of time and attention given to his art, which I suspect was is true love before all else.....

Ideal Head, Michelangelo. Print available by appointment at the Ashmolean Museum  print room by appointment http://www.ashmolean.org/departments/westernart/printroom/collections/?s=Michelangelo

Ideal Head of a Woman, Michelangelo, Drawing, British Museum

Study of A Head, Michelangelo


A Youth Beckoning, Pen and brown ink on paper. c. 1504-05. The British Museum, London 





Sunday, May 6, 2012

Lost Footsteps

Lost Footsteps, Charcoal, Zindy D. Nealson 


I can't feel you anymore
Time has erased our past
Nothing but a memory
But I'll keep looking
Forever I'll be searching
For your lost footsteps. 

~ From Zindy's FB page... this is just beautifully profound

Charcoal, 30x40 cm | 12x16"

I love how we are all so connected even though we are all scattered around the world.... I came across Zindy's work by way True Art Gallery which I found by way of another friend, Brian aka Pixel Chemist and I was just awestruck by this drawing. I linked her website to her name in the caption so that if you enjoy her work as much as I did and want to purchase any you may find her there.  To see more and read more she also has a Facebook page under Zindy S. D. Nielsen. Thank you all for sharing your art and thereby your hearts and souls with us.... the girl named fred

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Autism Poetry and Art



Stars In the Night, Dubai Autism Center, Patricia McGourty Palmer
The 37 multi-colored stars represent the 37 children enrolled in the School


Of a Statue
The statue cannot feel their eyes.
It cannot know they’re really there.
No biting word can draw it’s blood.
No hurtful glance can make it care.

The statue keeps its vigil there.
It watches with unseeing eyes,
It has no envy of the ones
Who scamper pointlessly around.

But then a pair of piercing eyes
Seek out the statue where it waits.
They gaze into its soul so still;
A stone tossed in the tranquil pond.

Hello there, says the pair of eyes,
What are you doing over here?
And would you like to join with us?
We’ve room for just one more, you see.

The statue slowly shakes its head,
And, setting loose the dust of years,
It makes an odd, uncertain sound
As if to say, you speak to me?

The pair of eyes will not relent,
And as they meet the statue’s own
It sees that there’s a face behind
The eyes; a face filled with concern.

The statue makes its mouth a smile
And says with manufactured strength,
I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t bother me.
I just prefer it over here.

The eyes and face are satisfied,
Receding into their bright world.
They leave the statue quite perplexed,
Its point of view all broken up.

Perhaps there something to be said
For that that’s called Humanity,
Perhaps its worth the pain for one
Who can’t fit in to nonetheless

Still seek the bright society
Of those who fit in all to well;
To seek to see and to be seen
As human.
Because some of them care.







Chicago Street, Stephen Wiltshire, UK

Panoramic of New York, Stephen Wiltshire, UK
http://www.stephenwiltshire.co.uk/index.aspx

Music of Beingness, Donna Williams




The Outsider, Donna Williams

http://www.donnawilliams.net/