You can always draw as well as you know how to. I flatter myself that I feel more than I express on canvas; but I know that is not so.
quote by William Morris Hunt
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Work Of Art
Life is a ‘work of art”, and humanity is the biggest part.
We draw and paint masterpieces, and write the
Histories of each generation.
Just to show that we’ve been here
Because in our lives we live in fear.
Paintings, pictures, movies and words
With all this knowledge we still don’t learn.
For we create our heavens, and we create our hells
Look around you and you can tell.
Wars, hunger, poverty and hate
We better stop before it’s too late.
We’re already destroying all that nature is giving
“is this what we call living? ”
(if you want to see the “work of art” of humanity
Then take a white canvas and paint
“A large black dot”.
For that is humanity destroying the clean beauty
That the lord has given us.)
This canvas a work of art? Who is to say?
Can you express this life in a better way!
“Work of art” it is anything and everything that
Man puts in their minds, and it becomes
A part of the times.
For “perception becomes your reality”
And this is the work of art that I see.
poem by Louis Rams
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Mathematicians may flatter themselves that they possess new ideas which mere human language is as yet unable to express.
quote by James C. Maxwell
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Empty Canvas
the canvas is juxtaposition
images colour movement time
time shifts in thought shifts
empty mind space canvas
is whatever artist declares
canvas is painted to be
empty canvas is whatever
canvas is painted to be
endless pigment possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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As you express joy, you draw it out of those you meet, creating joyful people and joyful events. The greater the joy you express,the more joy you experience.
quote by Arnold Patent
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Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Rendez-vous auf den Champs Elysees
Verlass Paris am Morgen mit dem TEE
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
In Wien sitzen wir im Nachtcafe
Direkt Verbindung TEE
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Trans Europa Express
Wir laufen 'rein in Duesseldorf City
Und treffen Iggy Pop und David Bowie
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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And Once You Will Learn..
As I mix a hundred colours to paint your picture,
My canvas shrinks in size
And cries it foul.
There you stand with a smile mysterious.
As I hold a brush with a thousand quills on it,
My right hand shivers
And calls it uncommon.
Someone stands by you a with a frown.
You think I wouldn’t draw your picture at all.
You feel it’s my indifference
And colossal lack of concern.
Your mind turns into an ocean of skepticism.
Still on my large frame of mind
Your portrait hangs for ever
And there I see your smiling face.
My love has ever been thus…
Once when you begin to learn things,
My canvas and right hand will wither away.
Then your portrait drawn in a thousand colours
Will be your last concern perhaps.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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Too large to live
World is too large to live
Truth is too hard to believe
Life is not what we see or observe
It is what we make out of it and deserve
Is it not the beautiful to see flowers?
Can we ever think to pluck fewer?
If some of them are gone then what will be left?
We need to think afresh and make little shift?
We need to smell with fragrance a lot
Love can be won without being it fought
As the faces will never be seen
Yet the kindness there might have been
This is how we need to grow with difference
Draw a line similar to parallel and draw inference
We shall not meet in life again but dream a world
That may provide warmth and not develop cold
How many may be lucky to feel little absence?
Why will it be making little sense?
What is there to miss if some one is not seen?
Why out heart ache for it and is very keen?
Lot many things to be answered and deeply felt
The earthly smell is to be inhaled and simply smelt
It is not for someone to feel and explain
It will only be explained at the time rain
One must be aware of the fact
The nature has made it as unavoidable act
One can’t remain without making it
It is how we express when greet
I see thousands of smiling faces
Not because they are simply in race
To get something out of desperation
But because their existence is in question
World has shrinked and may come to stand still
If we do not come clean express our will
Love and only good will should prevail
Everything is open for us to avail
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mount Kilimanjaro
Very often I dream Africa,
Where I belonged to the land in my previous births.
Once I talked friendly with mount Kilimanjaro.
'I want to draw you on a canvas for an Exhibition.'
'First you have to climb my dear painter.'
But I missed several occasions and never tried again.
Now when I see her in my dreams as a sculptor
She acts like a stranger
And never talk about our bygone incidents.
I feel like a dwarf beneath the mountain.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Had he learned to draw, M. Renoir would have made a very pleasing canvas out of his 'Boating Party'.
quote by Albert Wolff
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I was blown away by being able to color. Then I started to draw... bringing a blank white canvas to life was fascinating.
quote by James De La Vega
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Revelation Definition
'Love' Not one word in the dictionary can be so hollow.
The word itself is fake and we know it
although we try and not show it.
We use this word to express a feeling of compassion
an undying feeling that can last a life time.
But do you really feel that way?
Can you feel that 'love' you say you have?
No! We all know we don't
The word love is a lie.
Say it to your parents do you feel anything?
Say it once to your lover and you feel something.
But keep on saying it
and it loses its value.
That Gold heart known as 'love' will soon be pure silicon
after its first uses.
So why say it, why speak it, why need it, why not lose it...
To express it, to express 'love' is something more than the word.
It is indescribable thing that we feel.
'Love' is a cast off teddy bear.
Let us lose the word but keep the definition
for the expression is the true Diamond heart that
we must keep and should remember.
Remember this, write it down and not say 'love' again.
Written: April 11,2009
poem by Ryan Collins
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What do you want to know of me
I just
To see what you want to see
To feel what you want to feel
To write what you have been seen
To draw what you have been felt
Write, draw whatever you saw and feel of the world
And inner world
Your life experience
Sad and happiness
Sorrow and glad
Your heart
Talk itself
In a blue line
In the God Paradise
That ever you told me
Along years ago
poem by Prasetya Utama
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I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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Don't You Love It?
Don't you love it...
When people tell you,
How you feel.
What to feel.
How to think.
And what those thoughts are.
If you have them.
Only to discover,
They are not the center of your universe.
Nor do you wake up,
With them first on your mind.
And when you express the time you spend,
Has nothing at all to do with them.
They become upset,
When you express...
Your mind is at peace.
And at rest.
Don't you love it?
Especially when so many...
Are in the business of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The most difficult thing in the world is to reveal yourself, to express what you have to. As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all we must dare to fail. You must be willing to risk everything to really express it all.
quote by John Cassavetes
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In the empty studio
The diffused northern sunlight
of this studio at dawn
matches the silence and the stillness
like the speaking silence
of the retrochoir behind the altar
of a simple white Greek island church –
that has no ornament; simply walls
painted in a pale blue wash,
the space, the air itself, as radiant with heaven;
behind the iconostasis – gold and candle and eternal gaze -
where praise is prepared; thought surrendered;
humility the robe; the sacred word awaits
the moment when it’s spoken;
so this studio; and at its centre, calling,
stands an easel with a white canvas on it;
what waits in this empty studio
that’s so full of emptiness that calls?
what challenges? This canvas
waits, as being ever does; full, content,
needing nothing but itself…
the silence will accept our spoken word,
then return to stillness;
the canvas will not be so forgiving;
‘make a mark on me that will not diminish
my completeness…; so let our being
meet, before a mark is made…’
this holy place: only godself may mark
this canvas and yet not detract; from space,
draw space; or may with colour stain transparent
this white white radiance of eternity:
and in the place whence all arises,
Nothing and Everything smile together
in their secret play.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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People can't draw now and don't feel it's necessary. Art students don't seem to want to draw.
quote by Jonathan Miller
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