i have them on the run now the furies and the anti-muses. here's just a couple of the lastest. the campaign to 'just paint' forges on forageing in the recesses of my mind.
just the opposite of the comfort of the cynics… just imagine how much more is out there for us to realize.
this one is wet today. it may need a little touching up after it dries.
i call it "studio" it's a little romantic.
and this is the last one from the first foray
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I likey! I beat my anti-muse today too and painted for the first time in months…except I suck at painting, and you don't.
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something hot but also enigmatic somewhere
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akamu,keep trying… it comes with practice.kamel,thanks for the comment. is an enigma a good thing?
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darn it Opera!I did not get an alert for this one! Good thing I left a message in the previous one!meli,I see a new direction here,the colors are deeper, giving to the indoors area a more inviting feeling,I love the focus on gypsy and you,do you know you look like Poseidon in this ?? 😆 honest, you can easily make the next painting a self portrait with a trident :heart:
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meli, you say the most wonderful things. poseidon is partial to me. the call of the sea is always present. i learned to love poseidon reading about theseus in the "bull from the sea", by mary renault. nice reading, renault. "the king must die"… etc.i'm glad you noticed some deepening in this painting… yes… it's a new direction but it started a long time ago. now finally i can pursue it. enigma, ambiguity and immediacy with ambiance. that's it. :happy:
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I love the rich colors, Scott. These are beautiful – Tripped into your main site this evening – Spent the past hour admiring your art, reading your history and all the poetry. Wow. I'm in awe. :love: Angeliki is right – better take your vitamins. 😀
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:hat: for bad boys at KFC!!! :lol:G/night meli,I hope you consider of painting a Poseidon, it will look great!
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:happy:do you know how many mermaids loved Poseidon ???you better take your vitamins 😀
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i do. i take my vitamins religiously. i'm good to go. :lol:how many, i can only imagine an unending line of ladies for that powerful god. dionysius was just a pipsqueak compared to poseidon.but he had an awful temper.
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i knew that. 😆 i was even bad tonight…. i stopped at kentucky fried chicken… very bad move healthwise. but i am enjoying it. late dinner night thursdays.
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i think i will. :up: sleep tight kid :heart:
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:lol:girls love bad boys 😀
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It was no trouble at all. I didn't get notified about this post, and had to subscribe again – I don't know how I missed it before, or I'd have been over sooner. 🙂 :heart: Sleep well. I'm off to bed.
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oh that is so gratifying babs…. you wouldn't know how few people take the trouble to browse my website… you made me happy :happy:like i said, i have the vitamin situation well in hand. 😎 :heart:
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aparently someone has pulled my plug… maybe for the nudity. :faint:
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you did not understand what I mean ?I was talking about the work in itself
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I did not get an alert for this post either but no nudity escapes me ! :lol:have a great day all, off to work I go 🙂
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I got a note! The subscription technology seems to work okay in my part of cyber wood.I never really understood that muse thing. I know what it means, fairies or whatever inspiring artists to do what artists do. It doesn't work that way to me. I get my inspiration from things happening around me, people I meet, in the real world, clear and present. Does that mean I'm no artist?
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Nah. They weren't fairies, that's Celtic myth (I think), the Muses were Greek myth.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MusesI've found they don't pay any attention to people who don't work at art constantly, but when you do…they never fail you. At least that's how it's working with my fiction.Your take on it's just rational. And rationality is no fun.
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A wonderful feeling of freedom. The warm colours are so great! That goes for both of the paintings. Their substance are like poems. Colour poems. Beautiful Scott :up:
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and a guitar. :up:
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keep trying… it comes with practice.That's probably true about most art, but in the world of poetry – my world – it never ends. The muse rolls on, whether it be in anger, or sorrow, laughter, wisdom, satire, cynicism et al. I did some pastel art while I was away on the Carribean sea & Atlantic ocean recently, but my epi-center is my muse that allows me to 'paint with words'.Scott, I've known you for a long time now. You know I recognized your talent as soon as I met you (but you've always had talent – I mean I recognized it as soon as I personally saw it here in OC all those years ago) and I never stop enjoying your art. Your other fans – is that the right word?- express voluble high praise and they are truly inspired and justified in all they say. As for me? I praise you in my mind but also on your pages, too, though perhaps not as often as I should and not as often as I would like to. It's pretty crowded here most days 😀 and seats are at a premium :)But don't ever think for a second that my perceived quietitude is a sign of my lack of praise and admiration for your art. You know me well enough by now to know I have my own way of expressing emotions, QED.:) :up:Lokutus of Prime
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The more I am in MY OPERA the more I meet interesting people here:)
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@AkamuI disagree. Rationality is great fun. Logic can be extremely boring, though, I admit to that, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with rationality. Without rationality I would fly away on pink clouds, along with the muses and fairies and angels and what have you and never get any work done. I would loose whichever shred of grounding I have left; I would forget about ambition, fade away into a mist of fantasy and illusion. I don't want that to happen.Art doesn't have to be inspired by anything outside our world. I know some really good poets that only write about things they have experienced, seen while walking the street, heard while trekking the wilderness, learned by having conversations, within the realms af rationality. Placing the force of inspiration in the hands of mythological creatures is sad. Inspiration might come from Heaven, I don't know, but I do know that without a human agent – an artist – there will be no work of art. All credit is to the artist. Not to invisible creatures. The artist is alone to take the credit and face the consequenses of his artwork.The way I see it, that is.
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I know what you mean, Akamu. The muse thing as a metaphor. It's just that I give credit to the artist not to some outside force.It's a good point, you have, with escaping into fantasy to return as a more grounded person. I think that is exactly why people like fantasy stories.:D
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Perhaps. But I write fantasy stories with the odd illusionist or mythological creature in them nonetheless. And I build the worlds they're in from scratch. It's an escape for me and anyone who gets to read it. The muse may or may not be real, but it's a poetic and fun way of describing the creative phenomena at least. I've found from experience that the actual production of such work makes me, for a while at least, more grounded in reality than I normally am.
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akamu,"I've found they don't pay any attention to people who don't work at art constantly, but when you do…they never fail you."i agree with this observation you made. the muses are very demanding. 🙂
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your loose speech, tickles the Greek muses in me! 😆
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kamel,thank you for coming back but i am still confused. i keep coming back to it and not getting your meaning… maybe if you said more.hi meli,i hope youhad a marvelous day at work. i picture you now having dinner and a nice glass of your favorite wine. :heart:mr, kjeldsen," I get my inspiration from things happening around me, people I meet, in the real world, clear and present."so do i, does that mean that i am not a real artist? i couldn't move a finger if it wasn't for engaging in life and my relationships. for example, yesterday a young lady i call my 'gypsy' smiled at me. i had to write this:my gypsyshe doesn't know how much i love hermy laughing gypsy girlbut when she smiled at me with flashing eyes like a hot wind in my faceshe doesn't know what she does to meand i'm afraid to tellshe just gave me her smile and she smiled so longi almost forgot to breatheit came to me like a swarm of beeswith a promise of unendurable sweetnessso i would say she is my muse (erato) in this case;and her smile was music to my eyes.i was also musing that if i painted herit might wind up in a museum. amusing idea that.
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:heart:pretty close meli,pretty close :heart:I hope your day was a great one too!was it your "grill" date today??
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nic,i like that… color poems. glad you dropped by, i am :happy:leo,you came (((leo))) yep… and a guitar. :lol:hi little olga again… my endearment to your 'handle' (nickname)yes, it's a wonderful bunch of idiots like myself. :cool:brother lokutus, thanks for taking the time to express your warmth on my page… you will always be appreciated for your kindness. "seats are at a premium"that's rich. we are comrades at plumes.meli,well you are just ticklish :heart:i'll bet when you were little you were always begging "tickle my feet. tickle my feet." i'm glad you were tickled on this page, of all pages.just wait til you see my self portrait as poseidon… i wish i could see your expression then… now i really do have to paint it don't i?
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I have no real time now going to sleep here is late you knowIt was the kind of trompe-oeil between tha man who seems in a weband who is photographying and the model who is nueI found it enigmaticmaybe I was wronglike the musician really possessedbye
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for a minute there that looked like it was going to be a juicy argument.a good argument can produce new knowledge for both sides. provided of course that people don't get angry or take things too personally.help does seem to come from somewhere but it's almost impossible to describe how an intention or a vision can be lifted during the process. it may seem like it came from above but it came from above in me. in other words by going into action forces i didn't expect come into play. higher states of consciousness, i could say.and i do use the muses metaphorically for the sake of colorful language to represent those forces. each of the nine muses exacts it's particular toll on each art form. so it's a figure of speech. loose speech.
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hmmmm . o.k. meplpomene was the muse of tragedy…. no no no, don't say that. maybe there's a muse for the fool. i don't mind being a fool for love, but i must steer clear of tragedy. since my 'gypsy is not a femme fatale, at least i don't read her like that, i can, gazing in my crystal ball predict only a possible loss of face and balance. she comes to me smiling. i am not chasing her… :lol:i promise meli… :heart: really, i already have the panel toned (sort of a blue grey). i will try to drape some seaweed in an existential place this time. i wouldn't want anyone to suspect me of narcissism :faint:i did get my warm kiss in the quick of my neck at the "grill".:clown:and it may be my imagination but i think a young girl, probably from odessa, fell in love with me while i was scribbling "how i lost my innocence and became a felon" to be posted tomorrow afternoon… i hope. her boyfriend was so passive, a real slug, not paying any attention to her. i caught her staring at me with a wistful kind of longing… i know, i have too fertile a sensibility to the female variety. 😎
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One of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets is called 'Skanderborg Station'. Skanderborg is a small town about ten miles from my own town, Horsens, and the station is a small, insignificant station with only two tracks and very little happening. Your ode to the gypsy girl reminds me of this poem, because Sophus Claussen describes a similar brief meeting between him and a brown eyed girl with the same touch of melancolia. Erato? Maybe, but I hear the voice of Melpomene as well.
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thanks kamel, for taking the time… i am closer now to understanding. good night. :smile:meli,no it was at starbucks writing l'histoire du ma vie. wednesday was a "grill" day… took the camera finally and got some candid shots of our lovely hostess. and one of mitch as i walked in. usually, he picks me up at my place but this time i met him there. that's how i could think "bring the camera". :heart:
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yes meli,you sure do!and just for thinking of it you need to be rewarded :heart:I got this link from a dear friend and I think you might like it too 🙂http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=WrVw39NUX9cPS I am still ticklish 😆
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I hope I get some links in an email to enjoy them too! :yes:so you got your "neck warm kiss??" good for you!!! :up:
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"posted tomorrow afternoon…" :hat: !!!! "a real slug, not paying any attention to her" :down: why people work so hard to create a relationship and then they work so hard to destroy it??"i did get my warm kiss in the quick of my neck at the "grill" I am sure her lips felt your warmth too :)"i wouldn't want anyone to suspect me of narcissism "I think they will only feel envy! :up:I hope you have a pick at the linkit is (I believe so) worth it 🙂
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No no no no, I am not predicting any tragedy in your life, dear friend! I just sensed a twist of melancholy in your poem, a longing after something that is not at hand and maybe out of reach, a dream that could have been a hope if things where different. Long smiles from beautiful women will do that to a man. I know.;)
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meli your poem is lovely,and I hope things will turn the way you feel are right….life is too short to loose any time :heart:
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Those are some nice paintings. Where do you get the inspirations for these good paintings of yours from?
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mr. kjeldsen,that was clear… i know what you're talking about… to soon to tell. i'll just make a move and see what happens. :clown: meli,i loved the bliss dance… what a great pose for a lovely body. four stars.i know you wish the best for me. i understand what you mean, i think.i'm glad you liked my little impromptu homage to the gypsy fantasy. love you… :heart: hi marcus, thanks for the compliment… uhhh hmmm is "i don't know" an answer?no,i could say i have a developed imagination. that's it. 🙂
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You're welcome. You have a good imagination to draw upon whenever you can, Scott. 🙂
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:heart: "The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!" (William Shakespeare (1564-1616)(to his friend Sebastian)
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I really like the second one. :up:
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Run! It's an alchemist!
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meli,that is a nice wish. thank you. :heart:isabel,so glad you really like the second one. :happy:
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whatever gives you energy. turn the lead into gold. 😎
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more like the sorcerer's apprentice akamu.but yes run run for your life. i should be made to wear a bell or something. 😆
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I don't rely on muses to create my artwork either – It's as you said, "things happening around me." I can get inspired from seeing a child hug her father, a wild rose draping itself over an abandoned porch, the sound of wild geese as they fly into the pond, and even my pug as he comes running around the corner and bounces off my knees when I open the door. Muses are for romantics. 😆 Not saying that I'm not, but I tend to use what's in front of me for inspiration. 😉
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Midas! :heart:
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poor midas. :heart:
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For your art, Scott, I think there's more than 1 or 2 in here would listen for said bell. 😆
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Midas let his greed blind him to the future,when you have your :wine: with Dionysus I am sure your wish will be much wiser…now I have to think what my wish could have possibly been …
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How old were you when someone called you a prodigy?
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meli,wise men wish for health and longevity, i guess. 🙂 certainly wouldn't wish for wisdom if you were wise already. i would wish for the ability to spread wisdom. :heart:mom,when i was fifteen, i was called a prodigy.
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Don't forget morpheus, greek god of dreams. I think he'd have some play when it comes to artmaking. (although he's always been an obscure deity)."i would wish for the ability to spread wisdom"Ah, you could be like me and be none too wise but still write essays with all the pretense of it. Wonder if anyone reads most of them…cept the patriotism essay, that gets a lot of hits.
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akamu,patriotism is a 'cause celeb' right now. when it comes to deeper thoughts and concepts one can feel the work coming before you begin.time is of the essence you know. also, people are restless with short attention spans. they may read but they won't comment.also, it's just not fair to simply leave a smilie to show you visited a blog. then everyone who has a watch on it or subscribes comes dutifully to see the thread expanded or whatever, just to see a smilie.here's a piece of 'wisdom' for you. "be interested and you will be interesting." :sherlock:one last thing… knowledge is not the same as wisdom, is it? :smile:i think wisdom is that you pay heed to what you know.
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Good morning:) I missed such a wonderful post,painting mine.I have no words.They are so charming! Especially the second one.It is full of beauty,calm and freadom! You are great!
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Wise men wish for ignorance. So I've heard…;)
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good morning to you yuli :smile:i accept your compliment with humble gratitude.with all due respsect mr kjeldsen, i think that's a 'crock'. it's most likely a bolderization of socrates' position of starting the investigation of self study in admitted ignorance of the self.i do appreciate you comment. :happy:
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"meli,wise men wish for health and longevity, i guess."yes, meliwhen ones mind and body is healthy,also a long life lays ahead,productivity, altruism,and prosperity will follow.:heart:I will add to my wish list "love" too :heart:
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Chapter 48 (Tao Te Ching – http://www.taoism.net/enter.htm) Pursue knowledge, daily gain Pursue Tao, daily loss Loss and more loss Until one reaches unattached action With unattached action, there is nothing one cannot do Take the world by constantly applying non-interference The one who interferes is not qualified to take the world"Wise men wish for ignorance. So I've heard…":DThis one's about wu wei, among other things…Oh, sorry for my whining. I'll be quiet now.
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Your welcome, Mr Cumming. (Please call me Martin)Wise men wish for ignorance. Contradictions like that sort of messes with your brain, doesn't it? I mean, it's not really possible, is it? If you get to know something, can you actually un-learn it again? I don't know. By means of chemistry, maybe? Alcohol is a powerfull remedy when it comes to deliberate memory loss, but totally erasing knowledge..? I don't think it's possible.And wishing for something that you know is impossible… How wise is that?:cool:
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Originally posted by greatZenaida:
yes. that is the hard part but one might as well accept pain. somehow acceptance takes away the sting and any self-pity. working in it all the time. :happy:thank you for commenting.
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i don't know but i am going to delete it maybe. :happy:
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Originally posted by Aqualion:
…I don't think either knowledge would be totally erased, but only your memory got even deeper loss and it's nothing to do how wisely we are…but how far can you be deeper and accept the pain? By the way it's not romantic…when we are naked, we show our vulnerability and we wish to be seen for what we are and revealing our true nature…nice painting…Originally posted by I_ArtMan:
:yes: :up: 🙂
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what happened…?:confused:
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it's okay …are those request or suggesting ( slit )….it look's like.:D
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