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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Art With The Mag

le Jardin, 1962, by Max Ernst 

Orange, yellow, blue and green
Surround a woman underground
Not to bloom or blossom
but rather to rot or drown

Art is in the eye of the beholder
As poetry is in the heart
He painted what I could not see
I rambled...yet both are art

For The Mag with Tess Kincaid

20 comments:

Sandee said...

It's great to see the different takes on this painting. I'm enjoying it very much.

Have a fabulous day. :)

TexWisGirl said...

kinda spooky. creepy. eek!

Josie Two Shoes said...

Loved the perspective... you are right, art is what the artist sees, sometimes we understand the vision, sometime not so much. This illustration was one of those, it made me feel claustrophobic! LOL

Sandra said...

I like your art a lot better than his art...for sure

Robyn Greenhouse said...

it's always interesting to read what's in others hearts!

Lynne said...

A bit dark . . . although there was rhyme.

Berowne said...

Expertly crafted...

Brian Miller said...

yes they are...art is what is seen...felt...when no one else does...def an aluring shape to the chalice of life....and death.

smiles.

Kalpana Solsi said...

Art is in the eye of the beholder
As poetry is in the heart

beautiful lines. Beauty indeed lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Tess Kincaid said...

Thank you for your lovely bit of art...

Ginny said...

So is she buried alive? I did not see that till I read your poem, but so she is! I'm wondering if this affected you the same way, because you say he painted what you could not see. I'm thinking that he takes something really bad and paints it to be pretty. As ever your poem, even about something like this, is so good.

LindaG said...

That is a tricky one!
Good job, Gail. :-)

Sandy said...

Gail,

Good poem, the picture is special!

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

Very interesting picture - I am not one for contemporary art but I quite like that. At least it is better than unmade beds and cows cut in half!
Your poem is very sussinct.
Lynne x

Saucy Kodz said...

What - oh what - oh what dwells in the minds of artists - whether it be on canvas or in words - there is an expression within that has to be expelled - poem - very well done .....art - not so much.

Kutamun said...

Perhaps he knew just how crucial mulch is to the health of soil , which is only letter away from " soul" !

gautami tripathy said...

Keep writing!

erosion

Irene said...

The work of art is called 'the garden' and is a garden positioned between two rivers. The woman must stand (lie) symbol for what grows in the garden or her female parts are a garden of delight. Such things intrigued artists in the 60's. You know, that's when we all lost our inhibitions.

Sue said...

That is one strange prompt! I didn't do it this time as I was working on my Halloween poem.

I liked your take on it.

=)

Truedessa said...

Art is def in the eye of the beholder and we all see different things which makes art so intriguing. I enjoyed your perspective.

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