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Level and Steady
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-Pedal Point Harmony
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By:Palette Gimbal
The photo would be perfect
something that satifies
the soul. beautifu lEnvironmental Portraiture
one decribed the doings.
rich textures to leather saddles and dusty trails
tilting the camera or drone nose up and down
on the vertical axis to get that perfect
golden hour photo
the low sun light of morning or evening
to satisfy the eyes, my objective is to avoid
curved lines in my image fisheye distortion
are what I am looking to acheive here
All these will be done in first person veiw
than I'll have photos made to capture that perfect image
of a beautiful place these folks
call theres.
Pitch: Tilting the camera or drone nose up and down on the vertical axi
The boy leans against the emptiness of his world,
his sharp elbow inclined on the wood,
holding up the burden of a young mind.
His red vest ablaze like ember,
the defiant flare of youth,
glows in the quietude of the auburn ambiance.
The background configured in fractured patterns-
a slate curtain, an olive wall,
capture the space between his thoughts.
His gaze drifts desolate
into the realm of reflection
where silence congregates in introspection,
embodied in emotional resonance of color
and in innovative portraiture of impressionism.
Inspired by Boy In A Red Vest by Paul Cezanne (1889)
Brushed in days, with most allure
In Summer portraiture
Blazingly shone, if shade-flecked.
Brightsome smiled, if shy-hid!
Therein as their main subject
On that does most reflect
New love, God. For that yet dried is
Was as sweet-lodged amid?
Her hair was luminous in the dawn,
Waving in a breeze it seemed to orchestrate.
And the day surrounded her magnetically
As she stood there, entwined with nature-
Nature herself, posed in elemental frame.
And her gown flowed from the ground,
As if tailored by the very grace of God.
And she, in turn, seemed molded likewise,
Formed, in no way lacking-
By sublimity, beguiling to the stolen eye.
“Come with me”, I spoke as if to her,
“And we can together magnify
What perceived, as one, we each
Fall short of understanding in whole”-
Compelled I was, in full rapture.
And then she moved toward me,
Interrupting a moment’s pause for eternity,
As needing to turn such lovely gaze
In direction not posed, but drawn by epiphany-
Stepping out from painting into my world.
Her newfound touch electrified my dreams.
Her smile was a beacon in the haze.
And nature’s green was in her eyes,
Those portals to grand portraiture-
Evolved I was, no looking back.
I paused to contemplate a dream
And found quintessence in my sight.
A vision shaped by artist’s brush
Reached out to take my heart in hand-
Forever taught, am I, the view of life as art.
SELFIE PORTRAITURE
ego
on show
PORTRAITURE
profile
with style
Embracing the countryside
Made some ecstatic and glee
But one feature in particular
Was that old coniferous tree
‘Conifer,’ a Latin word
Means one that bears a cone
But did Nero study the outdoors
When he was in charge of Rome?
One Emperor’s word against another
The other, Mother Nature
A lovely scene along the hills
Was better than portraiture
The gentle breeze juxtaposed against
The needle pinaceae
But with their sheer beauty alone
Would make one want to stay
One impression,to another
led this novice to discover
Expressions,abstracts,old and new,
a closer lens helped change my view;
Taste and see
&curiosity,
helped me,to be me.
PORTRAITURE
an inviting
presence
hovering
mysterious
freed
from
the past
peculiarly
alive
with
a nearness
beginning
gently
to emerge
the
unfamiliar
at a crossroads
on the outskirts
arriving
this counterpart
ever changing
without
knowing
evidently
recognisable
sonorous
&relaxed
PICTURED
apparently
in sombre
retreat
the
literary
affirming
&
celebrates
the
portraiture
with
some overlap
to compare
perhaps
contrast
&
reflect
the
sensibility
of
space
with the
representative
&
extraordinary
captured
with
intimate detail
of
the
slight &
spectacular
character
in retrospect
a
cherished
collaboration
is with
the extraordinary
in
a unique moment
of a
moving experiences
of
transformation
meets the gaze
of memory
of vulnerability
using traditional
cultural
face to face
in
conversation
I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear Him all around.
Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the One who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense His divine presence nigh.
I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.
Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.
24th March 2023
I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.
Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the one who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense his divine presence nigh.
Joanna Daniel's part
I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.
Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.
03/23/2023
Rhyme Scheme: abab
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
Syllable: 10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10
Rhyme Scheme: abab/abab
Theme: Nature
Laid naked and bare,
Dilapidated beyond repair,
Deeper within the dark bowels of ruined Ultair,
Whose ruler is a Litch,
A city rises from a darken phosphorous pitch
of shadows and mists of unhallowed portraiture
whose sights are akin to visual torture.
Where evils forgotten lie in one's peripheral,
perpetuating fears begotten and ethereal.
Do not fret and be a fool.
Lest you forget what may beguile.
For what dwells here, of those curious shall lure;
Creatures whose countenance spell the very essence of fear,
whose residence unwillingly endure.
However, so I say, you would be wise to obey,
To never venture into the night,
of this foul blight,
not a city.
Wherein darkness consumes the most radiant of light without pity.
R B Kitaj by initials is known
in art had an individual tone
So personal though
as his 'portraiture' still! show
Henri Fantin-Latour
with still life&portraiture
So very conservative in style
friend of the famous for while
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