All Blog Posts Tagged 'Art' (243)

Studio Hours

Glimmering morning light

silently touches…


Added by M. C. Sears on April 18, 2015 at 10:22am — 4 Comments


For what turned out to be a hidden reason, our sixth grade teachers taught us to sing an old song.

Flow gently sweet Afton among thy green braes

Flow gently I'll sing thee a song to thy praise.

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream

Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

I didn't know at that time what a love song…


Added by Franklin Lonzo Dixon, Jr on April 18, 2015 at 7:40am — 11 Comments

April Moment #4

Winter’s grip eases

its harshness evident



Added by M. C. Sears on April 16, 2015 at 10:37am — 8 Comments

April Moment #3

Dewdrops at dawn

bathe the landscape…


Added by M. C. Sears on April 14, 2015 at 6:45pm — 6 Comments

April Moment #2

Sweet spring breeze

gently whispers…


Added by M. C. Sears on April 13, 2015 at 5:34pm — 10 Comments

April Moment

Spring begins anew

increased light…


Added by M. C. Sears on April 12, 2015 at 7:50pm — 13 Comments

Dawn, Gulls, Waves and Stones

Dark backed gulls

dip and glide

as the…


Added by M. C. Sears on April 8, 2015 at 12:44pm — 8 Comments

Northern Twilight

Twilight in Bear Lake

creaky docks…


Added by M. C. Sears on April 6, 2015 at 1:00pm — 18 Comments

Eggs for Easter

The symbolism is unequivocal: the egg in its serene ovoid beauty, houses the mystery of life itself. 

And of course it's just plain fun to boil up a bunch of them and transform them into something elevated, beautiful, whimsical, or startling. 

The BLP and I have a small hen house and 6 chickens that give us 4 or 5 mostly brown, and a few green, eggs every day. This time of year I am already giving some away since the two of us can't keep up with the production, but this week, I…


Added by Rosigami on April 5, 2015 at 8:12am — 31 Comments

Everything Changes

A razor sharp

image seen



Added by M. C. Sears on April 3, 2015 at 1:30pm — 3 Comments

Ornament and Architecture

There are two ways to explain what something means or is. One is to craft a prose narrative. This takes a lot of time, and can create as much misunderstanding as it attempts to prevent. The second way is to list example, or to show pictures.

A good example of the first is with the many attempts to explain what constitutes beauty, or what is a fitting subject for art. Such explanations have been offered by philosophers, art critics and gas bags of all sorts, and invariably, the…


Added by Terry McKenna on April 2, 2015 at 6:30am — 4 Comments

The (Visual) Poetry of Boring Places

I find myself drawn to uninteresting places like this one.  

It is nearby and I pass it frequently while doing my weekend errands.  My grocer is close by, and so it the cleaners.

And if I take and evening walk I wall pass this too. 

This view was in full Summer.  If you studied design in art school, you can see just how this view is classically perfect.  It is balanced and the colors are in harmony.  

It is also ugly.  An aging business that is so indifferent to…


Added by Terry McKenna on March 30, 2015 at 6:30am — 9 Comments

Winter Lingers

It’s March the lane

is draped in damp cold…


Added by M. C. Sears on March 24, 2015 at 4:19am — 4 Comments


The cluster of pines

at the edge of the marsh…


Added by M. C. Sears on March 23, 2015 at 8:17am — 8 Comments

A Portrait

I’m here now

wondering why I’ve come



Added by M. C. Sears on March 22, 2015 at 11:48am — 11 Comments

The High Line (NYC)

The High Line (NYC)           

We may think that the best place to live is in a cozy cottage down a leafy lane but we really want to be with other people. 

These contradictory notions are not impossible to combine since, with modern transportation, a man can work in the center of a city and go home to his leafy lane.  My grandfather lived in a city and had to walk everywhere (he was born in 1861).  Streetcars were invented during his lifetime.  My father raised his kids (myself…


Added by Terry McKenna on March 22, 2015 at 4:54am — 6 Comments

Less Is Not More

I grew up in the 1950s and 60s.  I started college in 1969 in NYC at a time when modernism was thought to have overthrown all the old ways of conceiving images and of building great buildings.  By the late 1960s, he first wave of post war building on Park Avenue had been completed with both Walter Gropius and Mies van der Rohe having left their marks.  Both fled Germany after the Nazis condemned modernism, both came to the US and both brought the International Style of brutal modernism to…


Added by Terry McKenna on March 21, 2015 at 4:37am — 37 Comments

Like a Seed in Soil

The circumstances of life, good or ill, are just like nutrients in the soil, and spirit is the seed planted in it. Water (or tears) releases the seed and it grows roots and shoots up into the sun. What the seed becomes is inherent to its conception, but how it grows depends on the soil. Every heartache is an element feeding the seed.

Through adversity, disappointment, and loss, the seed in the soil will grow. Whatever comes next will continue to feed  spirit. We're all little flowers…


Added by Maureen Montague on March 18, 2015 at 7:22pm — 7 Comments

A Winter Tale

She is alone in freezing air

Her finery abandoned

The clouds in mystery appear

To swim with her

Surrounding her leaves

With icy indifference.



Added by CoyoteOldStyle on March 15, 2015 at 2:57pm — 6 Comments

Winter Ends

Light lengthens

  March tapers…


Added by M. C. Sears on March 14, 2015 at 11:30am — 5 Comments

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