The clarification of visual forms and their organization in integrated patterns as well as the attribution of such forms to suitable objects is one of the most effective training grounds of the young mind.
quote by Rudolf Arnheim
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
I am a great lover of art, in many forms: paintings, objects, textiles. I don't have the talent for painting, but I have a very good sense of colour, a love of visual beauty.
quote by Jacqueline Bisset
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
And the camera position, the organization, looking for repeating forms, shapes, trying to set up a visual rhythm seemed to come very natural. All of a sudden I was in a forest of aluminum and steel rather than a forest that we might think of in a traditional sense.
quote by John Sexton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Neither is there figurative and non-figurative art. All things appear to us in the shape of forms. Even in metaphysics ideas are expressed by forms, well then think how absurd it would be to think of painting without the imagery of forms. A figure, an object, a circle, are forms; they affect us more or less intensely.
quote by Pablo Picasso
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.
quote by Maurice Godelier
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.
quote by Robert Frost
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Silence Of God Does Not Imply His Absence!
Can tree survive without sunlight,
It can send its roots down,
Can absorb water and minerals,
Yet that energy it has receive as grace
Air is around it, not seen,
its effect and necessity felt!
God around and within like air,
Or that strange flow of energy,
That flows through cells,
That brilliance of knowledge unknown,
God can't be an object of senses,
God is the one who drives them,
God is Not in objects with forms,
The formless behind all forms,
Neither an animal, nor animated,
Yet animate all forms,
God has no space to move,
As he fills every forms,
Fills universe and beyond,
God is Not felt, his effects can be,
As lightwaves, or matterwaves,
As fundamental particles,
Without mass or charge,
Smaller than photon, smaller than God_particle,
Subtle of subtle, friend of all,
All are his forms,
the forms breath the formless!
God is that beauty, may be Himalayan ice,
Flow of river, cooling wind, or may be Love,
in a beautiful heart he dwell!
How can one separate God from all forms,
Can Heartless man live,
But he is Not heartless,
But only deaf and blind,
to music of musings of his own heart!
Man can't bear a little pain,
A little insult, little failure in his experiments,
But God bears every thing,
Ever cool he was,
when his experiments
failed,
Dinosaurs appeared, simply cleaned his lab,
Started experiment with a new!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Architecture is the masterly, correct and magnificent play of masses brought together in light. Our eyes are made to see forms in light; light and shade reveal these forms; cubes, cones, spheres, cylinders or pyramids are the great primary forms which light reveals to advantage; the image of these is distinct and tangible within us without ambiguity. It is for this reason that these are beautiful forms, the most beautiful forms. Everybody is agreed to that, the child, the savage and the metaphysician.
Le Corbusier in Vers une architecture (1923)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Post-conceptual Poetics(6)
post-conceptual concept of form- without- forms -and- formlessness- with -forms will reflect the contemporary existence of multi-disciplinary arts.
forms with formlessness is beyond concept
formlessness with forms is beyond concept
Patterns
Patterns all around you
Patterns everywhere
Patterns of behavior
Sometimes seem unfair
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Patterns unfamiliar
Patterns lead you through (to)
Patterns of discovery
Tracing out the clues
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Stuck in your mind
In this land where stability is hard to find
You can rearrange the patterns so unkind
Dont bother asking why a pattern never cries
Old patterns never die they just go on and on
Patterns multiplying
Re-direct our view
Endless variations
Make it all seem new
song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fibonacci - Water (Variation 1)
Water
Water forms
Weeds in water
Weeds in water form patterns
Patterns form of weeds in water over stones
Over stones and weeds water forms patterns reflecting
sunlight and soul of water
©2009 Forrest Hainline
poem by Forrest Hainline
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Transcend
The cosmos, including humans, consists of
superimposed waves in various frequencies
forming beats by peaking together in regular
sequence of rhythmic patterns
Human life is a dance governed by patterned
rhythms, directed by the sun's electromagnetic
fields of radiation, which are determined by
the planets' configurations
Everything on earth consists of cosmic energy -
pattern pictures in series, all things in existence
are electromagnetic phenomena formed by
these patterns of waves frequencies
In a universe of effervescence, liquid water forms
ice crystal regions in remembrance of its frozen
existence, fragile water directs all forms of life
by means of chemical reactions
Chaos is free, uses paths formed by patterns to
create unique directions for life to transcend
the present in unheard-of new innovations…
Lyall Watson "Supernature" pp.1-100
poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Checkered Existences
what we always see here are blocks
blue straight lines blurring
on a crisscross of other blurring blue lines
square jawed abstracted as same squares
nothing delineated
no tendrils here just trunks and trunks
squared and
straightened with so much grief
and regret
feeling the loss of other forms and shapes
like circles or irregular patterns
of the weaknesses of humanity
(purposely you are made not to understand
the rationale for delineated patterns)
gaping mouth, shocked hairs, cut nails,
hammering screams of
abandoned children inside that egg-shelled
room
opaque, vague and begging for a clarification
he comes with a shaking shoulder and says 'You are right there is nothing
in there'
it is dark, and the world is stark
people work so hard to understand and find the reasons
ah, this arrival at nothing like the way your lover tells you
meet me there i will give you love and lots of what you desire
only to find out
'this is just imagined' a joke, a bluff, did you not know that?
the table on checkered mantel
polka dots dress of the fat spinster on the first day of the year
luck is still hoping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As I say, there was this movement to try to bring philosophers and mathematicians together into an organization where they would talk to each other. An organization wasn't effective unless you had a journal. That's about all I know.
quote by Stephen Cole Kleene
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Patterned...
i must remember
we all love sunsets
we waited in fact
when it comes
by the sea sometimes
or on the grounds of
the university
we face the mountain
of curves and we
are silent...
we know what doubts are
and we make promises
never shall we be this and
that.............we shall only
be what they want us to be
what is likable
and acceptable.....we are so naive
and young and
so innocent.....when ages come like
layers of earth for
each kind of deluge
we accept we are wrong
we only have to be us
we do not have to be what they want us to be
because we have become
so unhappy.......after all those years we meet again
on the grounds of the university
waiting to another sunset....
we hate one another now
we have assumed patterns
we have common shapes
we are almost identical
all unhappy pieces of their art
.......we finally shy away
parting....we hate sunsets
more than ever......
we forget our names
we did not have any.....well anyway...
who are you?
and where are you going?
how sad and tragic
these patterns
these common pieces
these us and them...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life forms illogical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?
quote by Margot Fonteyn
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If I have learnt anything, it is that life forms no logical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?
quote by Margot Fonteyn
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If I have learnt anything, it is that life forms no logical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return
quote by Margot Fonteyn
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Many legitimate forms of ownership, mainly cooperative and communal, had not been used to any effective extent mainly because of the imposition of Stalinist restrictions.
quote by Alexander Dubcek
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I am a great lover of art, in many forms: paintings, objets, textiles. I don't have the talent for painting, but I have a very good sense of colour, a love of visual beauty.
quote by Jacqueline Bisset
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The words
Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into my deep inside.
I run from you into my depth.
And this escape save me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those that can save me there are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms......
poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!