The Most Judgmental Cursing..

Damn... artificial intelligence!!!! :p

On Abstract Photography: Vineta Cook's "Meraki"

 Below i will be sharing few images from vineta cook's abstract art series. Though i found her selection of images quite dissolving. But at the same time found her variant colors, forms, textures, lines continuously permeating in light, grace, spirituality- that in return seems to over take embedded darkness by creating"Mini Universes"of their own.

From Universe life series

From Another Dimension series..

From Mars series

From Dreams series

From Heavenly Places series

From Jungle series

"Tranquility" From abstract landscape series..

From heavenly Places series

From Heavenly Places series

From soul Landscape Series

"Love" from Universe Abstract series

From Femina Series

From Memories Series

From Undiscovered Series

From Transition series

From Transition Series

From Futuristic World series

From Futuristic World sereis

Yellow mustard: From Colors series

North From Landscape Series

            

From Galaxy series

From Soul Landscape series..

From Soul Landscape Series

From Galaxy Landscape Series

      

Beige World:From Colors series 

Orange-Pink:Colors series

From Soul Landscape series

Saint Augustine on Time...

What then is time? If no one asks me, i know what it is. If i wish to explain it to him who asks, i don't know.

Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live.. ~ P.B.Shelley.

an oil painting: The Funeral of Shelley By Louis Edouard Fournier (1889). Pictured in the center are ,From left, Trelawny, Hunt and Byron.

Lift not the painted veil which those who live,

Call Life: Though unreal shapes be pictured there,

And it but mimic all we would believe

with colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear

And Hope, twin Destinies, Who ever weave

Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.

I knew one who had left it--he sought,

For his lost heart was tender, things to love,

But found them not, Alas! nor was there aught

The world contains, the which he could approve.

Through the unheeding many he did move,

A splendor among shadows, a bright blot

Upon this gloomy scene, a spirit that strove

For truth, and like the preacher found it not.

On Abstract Photography: Janet Sleeper Kerr's critic on Philip Rebstock’s print.

Though to Rebstock it was a fascination for inward and random journey. But Janet found so many intricate fibers being woven in this piece of art. 

as she puts it: I'm Awestruck! This is the best synthesis yet of his dreamlike surrealist imagery. the viewer is immediately placed in a magical environment. We step into a darkly lit corridor(where we do not recognize: another world? From within our dreams? with extrasensory vision?). the most crucial element  of this seems to be that brightly lit space at the end of the "corridor"-where light reveals movement. Is this world aquatic or in some ancient earthen pathway? what hides and what is  revealed within the shadows?The beautiful translucent colors upon pristine white pathway and the languid shadows connote a sense of ease rather than danger.....The whole is mesmerizing, compelling, tranquil, and mysterious.  Beautiful and masterfully complex!

Consolation provided by Khalil Gibran.

Marginalia!~Billy Collins

              Painting of Billy Collins.Artist John Caple...( with his symbolism of  love of hats)

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
If i could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien
they seem to say,
i would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head

other comments are more offhand, dismissive-
Nonsense.' 'Please!' 'HA! !-
that kind of thing.
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a book mark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
why wrote 'Don't be a Ninny'
alongside paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest
needing to leave only their splayed footprints
along the shore of the page.
One scrawls 'Metaphor' next to a stanza of Eliot's.
Another notes the presence of 'irony'
fifty times outsides the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.

or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,
hands cupped around their mouths.
'Absolutely,'  they shout
to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.
'Yes.' 'Bull's-eye' 'My man!
Check marks, asterisks and exclamation points
rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have managed to graduate from college
without ever having written 'Man vs. Nature'
in a margin, perhaps now
is the time to take one step forward.

we have all seized the white parameter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.

Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria
Jotted along the borders of the Gospels
brief asides about the pains of copying,
a bird singing near their window
or the sunlight that illuminated their page-
anonymous men catching a ride into the future
on a vessel more lasting then themselves.

and you have not read Joshua Raynolds,
they say, until you have read him
enwreathed  with Blake's furious scribbling.

yet the one I think of most often,
the one that dangles from me like a locket,
was written in the copy of  Catcher in the Rye
I borrowed from the local library
one slow, hot summer,
I was just beginning High School then,
reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room,
and i cannot tell you
how vastly my loneliness was deepened,
how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed,
when i found on one page

A few greasy looking smears
and next to them written in soft pencil-
by a beautiful Girl, i could tell,
whom i would never meet-
'Pardon the egg salad stains, but i'm in love.'