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A Man Needs Enemies
The Art of Huang JunBi (1898-1991): A Chinese Master
You ask me why I dwell here in the green mountains; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As a peach-blossom floats down stream and disappears into the unknown, I too have another world that's far from men. - Li Bai
Icons: Saint John Of Damascus on Iconography, Iconoclasts, & The Second Commandment
An Exact Exposition of The Orthodox Faith: Book IV, Chapter XVI. Concerning Images But since some find fault with us for worshipping and honouring the image of our Saviour and that of our Lady, and those, too, of the rest of the saints and servants of Christ, let them remember that in the beginning … Continue reading Icons: Saint John Of Damascus on Iconography, Iconoclasts, & The Second Commandment
Visual Haiku – Hiroshi Yoshida & Hasui Kawase – Japanese Woodblock Prints
Hiroshi Yoshida Hasui Kawase
Russian Monk
Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have mercy on me, A sinner. I painted this tonight on my Chromebook
Follow Me On My New Photography Blog
Follow Me On My New Photography Blog
The Prehistoric Artists – Chesterton on Cavemen
I was browsing the internet today and I came across some images of cave paintings in France that varied in age between 17000 and 77000 years in age and I was moved by the graceful style of the paintings and it brought back to mind a passage of Chesterton from my favorite book "The Everlasting … Continue reading The Prehistoric Artists – Chesterton on Cavemen
The Crumbling Theodosian
Every day Another brick falls. Every day The vines creep closer. The statues are ground to dust. The words are fading. The blood is covered with earth and forgotten. The happy heart decays Until only beasts once more remain
Portrait of YuXuanji – 鱼玄机
(Translation) Melancholy Thoughts (For Zi'an) Falling leaves fill the evening, mingling with the rain; I stroke vermilion strings alone, sing a pure song. I let go my resentment at having no soulmate; I cultivate my character, leave the bitter sea’s waves. Wealthy people’s carriages pass outside the dark gate; piles of Daoist books lie stacked … Continue reading Portrait of YuXuanji – 鱼玄机
Portrait of a Man at 28
Jan 5th 1987, Year of the Fire Tiger
Only The Bright Moon Shines Upon Me
The full poem by Wang Wei In a Retreat Among the Bamboos Sitting alone among the dim bamboos, I play my lute and Whistle long notes. No one knows I am deep in the woods. Only the bright moon, shines upon me.
Painting – Feelings At The End Of Spring – 鱼玄机
Painting I did this week. Translation by Leonard Ng: Feelings At The End of Spring Sent To A Friend 暮春有感寄友人 The voices of orioles wake me from sad dreams; light makeup hides the tear-stains on my face. The bamboo grove is shadowy in the moon’s faint light; the River lies silent beneath the night’s thick … Continue reading Painting – Feelings At The End Of Spring – 鱼玄机
At Night I Dream That You and I Are Two Plants That Grew Together
"At night I dream that you and I Are two plants that grew together" Pablo Neruda
You Looked So Right In That Red Dress
"And you looked so right, In that red dress, Like you could start A hundred wars." -Bloc Party
Self Portrait At 27
Wanton in the Window
The Art of Utagawa Hiroshige
Been digging on Utagawa Hiroshige since I saw one of his prints hanging on a friends wall, and considering the amount of Japanese and Chinese poetry I have been reading lately I felt instantly drawn to it. Anyway I hope you all enjoy these as much as I did. The first print is the one … Continue reading The Art of Utagawa Hiroshige
The Heart Roars Like a Lion At What They’ve Done To Us
The heart roars like a lion At what they've done to us -Charles Bukowski
Japanese Poetess Marichiko
I waited all night. By midnight I was on fire. In the dawn, hoping To find a dream of you, I laid my weary head On my folded arms, But the songs of the waking Birds tormented me. -Marichiko Ballpoint Pen and Photoshop 2 Hours
Colligavit Nemo
NO ONE HAS BOUND ME
Jack Kerouac
These are two versions of a Jack Kerouac painting I did this week.
I Was Born Upon Thy Bank, River
One of my favorite places on Earth. The Chattahoochee River. The poem is by Henry David Thoreau
A Word From G.K. Chesterton
A couple thoughts and passages from Chesterton on Art and Culture.
And a little commentary from me thrown in.