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art is relative (haibun)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder just as finding beauty in any kind of creative art. I don’t know why but this prompt “art” makes me thing of garbage day in the suburbs. Whenever you want to get rid of something that is still in fairly good condition, you usually put it to the curb a day or two before garbage day. I got rid of two sewing machines that way, a television and furniture. Within a few hours I saw cars or pick-up trucks collecting my wares. Someone’s trash can be another’s treasure and that is what makes me find the relation between art and trash.

I remember when I was a teenager and lived at our grandmother’s house. My sister and my bedroom was the furnace room in the basement. There was a small old bookshelf and I decided to paint it psychedelic style. Yep, I made it look like trash but at the time I thought it was art. Boy, was my grandmother EVER patient and tolerant to endure that piece of crap in our bedroom. But then again, she did not intrude in our little sanctuary too much. We were so blessed and never truly realized that gift at the time.

Look at young children who draw us their first pictures. Okay, okay, your heart is probably melting thinking of that first drawing. But honestly we actually had to ask our child what they saw in it because, let’s face it, we had not clue. But our hearts were all gooey and warm and filled with so much love, right?
Writing is an art as well as most of you who are reading may agree. Well, heck, of course it is!! When I started blogging I am pretty sure I did not create art but with encouragement and my love of the written word, I got a tiny bit better every day. I can’t draw or paint as I would love to but I have accepted to paint my world with words in poetry and especially in my waka (Japanese forms of poetry)

(c)Clr’16

lazy afternoon
ending with a slow dive
in the distance
heart swells with such joy
magenta skies and mauve clouds

(c) Tournesol’16

Stream of Conciousnes SoCS “art” at LindaGHill

left with dreams (haiku)

The Poet Reclining by Marc Chagall

I find this interesting to have this prompt this week, seeing as Marc Chagall was born in 1887 in Russia. He moved to Paris in 1910. However,  I just finished reading Please Say Kaddish For Me by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the author also of Friday Fictionneers. This novel takes place in Russia from 1899. I can only imagine how Chagall may have struggled with all the mayhem going on in his Mother Russia during that period.  To read more on Chagall’s cubism art read here.

grief-stricken
 dreams of what was once home
haven no more

haven no more
 still,  trees shudder such malice
wars destroy

© Tournesol ’15

MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA

Update on Street Art

Photo 1 -This was not for the graffiti but really for the lush greenery on this building about 5 blocks from my work.

Photo 2 – This is on a warehouse on a building on de rue de Gaspé like the following one.

Photo 3 – Above is one of many graffitis that were created during the night this passed summer on de Gaspé near Fairmont where I work.

Photo 4 – This is a painting that was surely commissioned on the side of a restaurant on St-Viateur near avenue du Parc; it is the background I chose for my website Stop the Stigma.  Isn`t it magnificient?

Photo 5 – I took several shots of this one; I have been admiring it for months when waiting at the red light on the corner of St Laurent and avenue du Pin;  Well, one day I got fed up and walked down St Laurent and took many photos of street art. There were so many, the sun was setting and I have to return another day.

This photo is the background of this website I just added this.  I may add other street art as backgrounds from time to time.  I just love the personality the artist gave this lovely old lady. Don`t you?

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, Oct. 2013

 

street art 1 Mile End 2013

 

 

graffitt-mural-de-gaspe

 

 

Street art 2

 

 

st-viateur-masterpiece

 

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