I guess if you take yourself seriously as an artist there starts either the problem or the beauty of doing good artwork.
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How can anybody learn anything from an artwork when the piece of art only reflects the vanity of the artist and not reality?
Any material may be used but the theme is the same and the response is the same for all artwork... we all have the same concern, but the artist must know exactly what the experience is. He must pursue the truth relentlessly.
quote by Agnes Martin
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Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
quote by Pablo Picasso
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The First Artist and Author.
The first artist painted the sky with colors, such beauty,
Look at those sunsets, and the mountains, such reality;
The mountains, have shadows, of splendor that only the Master can do,
Yes! It's God who was the first Artist, and He also taught me too.
The first great artist painted the colors on the sea,
Blues, greens, aquas, Only one could do this you see;
And when there is a storm near, the sea goes so dark blue,
Yes! God is the first great artist, to paint it for me and you.
The first great Artist, loved to teach David to write poetry,
And also king Solomon, writing words of such beauty;
Oh such magnificent works, of color and in each word,
Yes! There is only one who could do this it is the Lord.
Then. We see in every rainbow, and in each shell as well,
Look at the colored sands, and in every bird, it does tell;
Then look at each animal, and also the petals of each flower too
Then as you look at these, , give Thanks for doing it for me and you.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Unashamed Art
The artist who hides the model's beauty
won't allow others to see
the beauty of the model who poses
hidden by drapery.
But the artist who describes the beauty
allows the model to be
adorned in the garment given by God
which is painted naturally.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Gayford Gallery
A poem about the wildlife artist, Stephen Gayford
Imagine God gave you a gift with which to bless us all
And simply let your life to drift so that you might stand tall...
And in the years that followed on, your blessings blossomed well,
Such that your doubts were truly gone, what stories you could tell...
Just think of those who stand and paint, made famous over time,
Such that their art is not just quaint, but thought of as sublime...
With auctions here and auctions there and exhibitions, too...
And compliments beyond compare because of what they do...
Each dedicated artist knows the sacrifices made
And though each legend grows and grows, it's just that each obeyed...
Their destiny is in their hands, their paintings on our walls,
Their galleries across the lands wherever greatness calls...
Perhaps a hundred hours done for each and every week,
Preserving still a sense of fun in artwork that's unique...
With family values well expressed in lions, tigers, bears,
Our Stephen Gayford does his best, remembered in our prayers...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent website
gayfordgallery-dot-com where we can visit and
enjoy wonderful artwork meant for one and all.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Problems
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, cause youre all to clear
And I can see theres something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Dont come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
Thats a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You dont do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, youre working nine-to-five
Its too much fun of being alive
Im using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I aint death trip, but I aint automatic
You work for me, just stay ecstatic
Dont you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought youd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
Ill leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
Thay take you away and they throw away the key
They dont want you and they dont want me
You got a problem the problem is you
Problem, well, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, well you got a problem
Problem (x17)
song performed by by Megadeth
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Being an artist doesn't mean that you're a good artist. That was the bargain I first made with myself: I'd say, I'm an artist, but I'm not really very good.
quote by Paul Simon
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Something Wonderful And Beautiful
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A poem about the wildlife artist, Stephen Gayford
The artist stood with brush in hand
And prayed God would be kind
Enough to help him understand
The secrets he could find...
Then he began to paint away,
Each layer gently laid,
All expertise, all skills in play,
So he could pass the grade...
To pass the grade and then excel,
Until no more to do
And only then, bid it farewell,
When it was sold to you...
You thought it something wonderful
And beautiful to buy,
Majestic and adorable
And pleasing to the eye...
The artist smiled with heartfelt joy
While holding back his tears,
His expertise you could employ,
Financing all his years...
Success began with you, my friend,
We each owe you a debt,
Because you helped to start a trend
That no-one could forget...
From that day on, the artist stood
With paintings left and right,
To be the best, not just the good,
To reach the highest height...
Perfecting here, perfecting there,
Enhancing light and shade,
So paintings looked beyond compare
Thanks to the prayers he prayed...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent website
gayfordgallery-dot-com where we can visit and
enjoy wonderful artwork meant for one and all.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Viewers are like artists.
An artist perceives, abstracts,
Concretize and present a form.
A viewer perceives, connects,
Abstracts and relate to real thing.
The beauty of the art enhances
From the style the artist employs.
The beauty of the art is understood
From the mind the viewers apply.
To be a viewer is as special as an artist.
All aren’t viewers as all aren’t artists.
14.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life On Your Own
Winter is approaching
Theres snow upon the ground
Its good of you to visit me
Im glad you came around
I dont know how you found me
I didnt let you know
I only moved to this address
About a week ago
I guess you think I ran out
But thats not true
Other people settle down
I never do
I always have to move on
Just have to go
Ive often wondered why that is
Id like to say but I just dont know
I guess you always wanted
Life on your own
I guess you always wanted
Life on your own
Up here the summers shorter
And winters very cold
Im looking forward to the peace
My lonely life will hold
Im really glad you came here
Thank you for the talk
Its funny how my problem stopped
When we went for a walk
Standing here together
Means so much
I wont forget your confidence
I wont forget your touch
You know Ill come to see you
Passing through
Well always be a world apart
Ill travel on but I will be true
I guess you always wanted
Life on your own
I guess you always wanted
Life on your own
I guess you always wanted
Life on your own
I guess you always wanted
Life on your own
song performed by by Human League
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Sonnet -Indelible Art?
How far an artist takes his art forward?
If labour hard is continued for long,
It dedication has not disappeared,
And Pride has not polluted his art’s song.
One's art improves if Will of God is there;
If Luck and Pluck come timely to his aid;
If vices poison not his mind to err;
And love enters his art when it is made.
For art lives longer than the artist's age;
And brings alive the beauty it derived;
All life, the artist must truly manage;
To perfect works of art in which he’d strived.
Such art alone will stand the test of time,
For it has made the Artist's life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Just Friends
(with carole bayer sager)
You and me
Weve traded hearts
I guess thats how
It always starts out
And then I guess it always ends
Look at us
(now)
Sayin
I dont think that you and me
Can just be friends
Maybe this is how the whole thing
Has to just end
And if we could
Have loved enough
(la la dee, la la dee dah dah, la la dah, la la dah, la la dah, la...)
We would have handled
When it got rough
But one of us let go too soon
So here we are
(here we are)
Now sayin
I dont think that you and me
Can just be friends
Maybe this is how the whole thing
Has to just end
I wish youd understand...
Its funny how
When love has gone
Theres only one left holdin on
When someones always hurtin more
Still lonely for the other
Sayin
I dont think that you and me
Can just be friends
(hmm...)
I dont ever wanna feel so much again
Feel again...
Unless its you..
You... again
(la la dee, la la dee dah dah, la la dah, la la dah, la la dah, la...)
I guess thats how it always starts out
And then I guess
It always ends
Look at us
(look at us)
(now)
Now sayin
I dont think that you and me
Can just be friends
(hmm...)
Maybe this is how the whole thing
Has to just end?
La la dee, la la dee dah dah, la la dah, la la dah, la la dah, la...
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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My Side Of Town
(wade hayes/chick rains)
Well I heard it through the grapevine
I guess it must be true
I heard that crowd youre running with
Has changed your attitude
Its been a month of sundays
Since youve been around
But you always had a good time
On my side of town
I knew that you were born to
The finer things in life
Caviar and foreign cars and bright big city lights
Now youre out there dancin
In a fancy evening gown
But you always had a good time
On my side of town
Dont forget the one who really loves you
When the glamour starts to let you down
And Ill be right there waitin
til you come back around
cause you always had a good time
On my side of town
I still dream about you
Every time the music starts
I still hold you close to me
Even though were far apart
If I ever cross your mind
You know where Im bound
cause you always had a good time
On my side of town
Dont forget the one who really loves you
When the glamour starts to let you down
Ill be right here waitin
till you come back around
cause you always had a good time
On my side of town
You always had a good time
On my side of town
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Going ahead
What is the problem
And there is no problem.
You want to do
And the work done
You want to go
And you gone.
The problem is
There is no problem
The problem you created
Is not a problem.
It is your duty
To think yourself
What to do
And there is nothing
To do.
Who are you to do
And the problem is
You are going
A head to do.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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We Dont Have Problem
We dont have problem
If we let each other be
If both of us can understand
What is good for you, may not be for me
If we give each other lots of space
If I tiptoe by your door
Then we dont have a problem anymore
We dont have problem, any fool can see
I could never be like you
Why should you wanna be like me
Whats so hip in doing what the leader always says
When we dont have a problem, anyway
If you make trouble
It will get you in the end
Why trade pain with somebody when
We dont have a problem
Whats so hip in doing what the leader always says
When we dont have a problem, anyway
song performed by by Chris Rea
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She Masters Now The Art Of Losing
at first she lost a coin
then her purse and then her bag and then her blouse
and then her skirt and pants and then it went back to losing her underwears
until she becomes naked
she gets used to losing and when she finally lost herself
she did not complain
she is used to losing she has mastered losing as a form of art itself
she has become an artist and losing has become her main business
now, i have loved her and i am having this problem
of finding her
i guess i must learn too, this art of losing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beauty?
Is beauty the sea on a wild October morning,
Crashing against the rocks?
Is beauty the girl staring from the page,
Made up, a cover girl?
Is beauty the graceful tiger,
As he goes in for the kill?
Is beauty the intricate brush strokes,
Only a true artist can create?
No.
Beauty is
Pure,
Simple,
Love.
poem by I.C. Richardson
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An Artist
An artist paints with brush so old
Makes his painting worth gold
He paints the nature's gifted gifts
The flowing rivers in the midst
Of all he paints is a pretty face
A girl dressed all in lace
Portraying her beauty he is lost in time
The beauty she possessed is hard to find
Was it her beauty he tried to captivate?
But what a pity time doesn't wait
For she has gone so far away
Leaving her image with the artist to stay
Who paints her all through day and night?
Seeking pleasure deep inside
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Nude Model
I gaze upon her nakedness.
regard it with an artist’s eye.
A woman nature chose to bless
with beauty which would satisfy
Criteria which men devise
in their attempts to classify.
What is most pleasing to their eyes.
With flying colours easily.
I see her as a work of art
a subtle blend of lines and curves
and changing flesh tones which impart
A beauty which appeals to me
both as an artist and a man
I must portray as best I can.
30-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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