The moon speaks in phases
the sun a voice of lasers
every cloud a picture story --
write me a day, and I’ll paint
you a Starry Night.
I happen to take Art classes in oils. My teacher directed me to Van Gogh's Flores:
I am not sure what it's called. But I am very impressed with it's colors of yellow, maze and the swirls of a blue vase. It appears that the painting is all swirls. I can't imagine how it was done. But it presents itself as a plain and effortless painting.
As this is all new to me as a new Artist of oil painting, this will be a great challenge. Anything "Blue" is my favorite color.
The painting has brown in its background. I believe judging from the picture it was one of his best masterpieces.
I usually color with pencils, and have very little knowledge in coloring in oils. Again this will be challenging. However, I am going to love it.
One might ask what does this have to do with USPS Stamps? However, I believe the Post Office did select stamps from various Artists and a few were from Van Gogh's Flores: "The Sun Flower" and a picture of Van Gogh himself.
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haiku : van Gogh
sunflower souls speak
we hail our genius, true sight ~
lucid mind coloured
famous after death dutch painter van Gogh
vincent more often than not to nature did go
painted with cheap paints and shadows random
lived in poverty, painted as if chased by a phantom
cut off his ear, mentally ill, his art utterly ignored till
his death, now world famous for his great artistic skill
Her face tilted up, so serene.
Marvelling at the vastness of the blue sky
As she walks arm in arm
With her fiancé,
Glowing inside,
Basking in the aura of love.
Their union, as strong
As the tall trees surrounding them.
The fragility of life—
Two souls walking as one
As they tiptoe through the dense maze of flowers,
The sea of yellow opens up at each step,
Radiant and beckoning,
Their scents wafting and tickling the nose.
His gait, so gallant
As he delights in the beauty beside him,
Holding on,
Together,
Forging
Ahead—
The stepping stones
Building a world for two,
In a field filled with light and hope.
Vibrant and radiant life abounds
as lovers, sealed around devotion
thrive midst nature's care...
mindful of paradise
blest, blooming, blissful
entrusted to their stewardship
for functional optimization
they both are committed to fulfill
since trees and vegetation witnessed...
the Creator exhorted them to
"Go and multiply."*
*Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.
February 15, 2025
1st place, "Select a FEB 25 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/19/2025
The starry night is out of focus
under the thick tree cover
where the two connected souls
walk arm in arm among the heavy
grass and flower coverage that
crowds the earth under the trees
the fragrance of the wildflowers
is heavy in the air and wafts upward
to be breathed in by the couple
sharing a moment secluded in the
beauty of nature allowing the privacy
to just be together in a moment of bliss
In the cold woods where shadows display,
Two figures wander in the verdant sway.
Beneath the canopy of emerald light,
They tread softly, hidden from everyones sight.
Leaves murmur secrets of times gone by,
As golden beams filter through the sky.
Their steps are hushed, their hearts beat slow,
In the undergrowth where wildflowers grow.
In Van Gogh's world of colour oh i so so bright,
They find peace in the quiet wintery night.
Together they walk, hand in hand,
In this painted, enchanted and interesting land.....
In luxuriant terrane of verdant sprouts
opulent golden understory unveiled,
stemmed by swerving jade blades,
entwining the pairs of legs petrified
within the maze of floral profusion.
The black figure of deviant prominence
stands out like a towering protector
in sutured closeness fused with her,
camouflaged to evade the predator.
Bare trees aligned in harmonized motif,
outline the floral boulevard for them
to walk away from the onyx horizon
to the sunburst meadow ahead.
A couple stands side by side in a woods
among the tall slender trunks of many trees
lifting high to the sky,
the unseen crowns of which
I can only imagine.
The man and woman’s feet
are planted on ground
wildly overrun by white and yellow flowers
which seemingly have bloomed
free as a breeze.
Dressed in black,
the man resembles a strange scarecrow
who has escaped his stake,
and his mate in her frock of green
might be a forest nymph who set him free.
An unpopulated place where
poplars grow
Unseen canopies expose
tree trunks in a row
Wildflowers swoon over
undergrowth below
As back to front figures
watch the panoramic show
Lush vegetation evokes a
spellbinding hue
With violet bark
to engrain their view
Don’t flee this forest
reality will go askew
Stay forever
they may just pull through
Lost in the emerald
is a world of their own
Do they seek solace
have seeds been sown?
In this vibrant thicket
where trees have grown
Have they just come together?
or come back to atone
Perfect is a dream
without fear or dread
One that only ends,
when we go to bed?
The artist knew well,
his final words bled
“Sadness will last forever”
>yet brilliance he spread<
In a forest glade where no shadows fall.
An emerging scene of a lovers tryst
Amid yellow broom and the elm trees tall
They embraced each other and gently kissed
She’s just a young girl, he, almost a score
Their romance is new, innocent and pure
And among the blooms on the forest floor
The fledgling pair find passionate allure
Fused in each others arms desire grows strong
With feelings of rapture right from the start
The lovers engage, like in an old song
Vowing to cherish and never to part
There in the woodland they plighted their troth
Amongst the tall elms and dense undergrowth
a statement in their freedom of expression
the verdant undergrowth –
a green carpet, indispersed with yellow, white and rose flowers –
leaning away from the regimental lines of the centre lane of poplars
the tree trunks, a whimsical hue of lilac
a profound blend of renewal, early love, and spiritual wisdom
in the overall aesthetics
a contrast in colour on Newton’s colour wheel
the female figure fuses with the shades of the undergrowth
whereas the male figure mimics the upright form of the poplars
the rushed brushstrokes
a hurried comment on
echoes of social construct
then and
now
I can’t see the forest for the trees
If I look up what color leaves will I see
I look down and see grass so green
And little wild flowers so much like me
There in the distance is a woman a man
Were they kissing or holding hands
Is he from the church giving praying hands
Or other word of the war and husband
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