Painting with Words

[The_Fool]

Ah now, that's not true. Word paintings can happen, vis Nabokov-- beyond "Lolita" or Italo Calvini, or Elle Reginahere on lit (who has a blog elsewhere, I think.)

Word paintings are tough to do, though. And we have been stultified by hack prose writers, untill most of us don't recognise surrealism, or parody when we come across it.

My suggestion is to artificially break up your lines and make faux-poetry out of it all. People read poetry with an awful lot of credulity.

Parody? Faux-poetry?

That I can do: Encouragement

Og

Tragically so. In the beginning poetry was song. How else could anyone recite the Iliad or Odyssey from memory if it wasn't set to music? When the music was lost, the rhythm and meter lasted for centuries . . . until that ass Ezra Pound showed up. I am so glad the 20th Century is over.

You guys would give me a complex if I believed there was such a thing as poetry.

 

[cloudy]

You guys would give me a complex if I believed there was such a thing as poetry.

You're already a master at painting with words.

 

[The_Fool]

You're already a master at painting with words.

Thank you doll....

 

[amicus]

[B]An artist may paint a lifelike vase of flowers, throw buckets of paint at a canvas or cover a building with pink plastic and their work can still be considered worthy of commendation. No one seems to compare Salvador Dali with Vermeer or Christo with Michelangelo; in art individual expression is admired and encouraged.

I wished the same applied to the writers of prose; unfortunately we all seem to live in the shadows of such people as Eugene O’Neil, Tennessee Williams and Jane Austin. Critics, both professional and amateur, are always ready to pounce on us for the slightest grammatical error, misuse of punctuation or, what they consider, a questionable plot.

Always working to satisfy others stifles creativity and although we may have to comply with certain rules when submitting to publishers, we should put some time aside to “paint with words;” to do our own thing; to enjoy the process and to hell with what people think.[/B]

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A very nice posting, welcome to the forum, Caffiere.

You elicit a question from me by your post, one which will likely please no one, but your subject is an interesting one.

I fear far too many view, "Art as Craft", as one poster said, and in my opinion that concept destroys whatever is left of 'art' not just in words, but in painting, sculpture and music, contemorary style of course.

One of my ladies, long, long ago, in college, was an MFA, and into the theory of art; we had many long, intimate discussions that usually ended up nowhere, but the wine and candles were always nice.

I suggest that the 'Masters' in art, and my slip will be showing here; Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, Monet, Mozart, Rodin, Hemingway, Nevil Shute and dozens upon dozens more of all ages, had a 'passion for life', that they expressed in their art.

That 'passion' for life, first through God, as faith and reverence and then through man, strength and beauty, male/female, and through Nature, the sky, the water, the flowers, a romantic expression of a sense of life that cherished human and natural beauty.

The twentieth century changed all of that for some, if not most. Changed it to a cynicism and skeptical view of man and a depraved, 'sense of life', that worshipped chaos and confusion and hopelessness.

I think one can only attempt to 'paint with words', if one has a 'sense of life', that is romantic in nature and hopefull, optimistic by choice.

I consider the modern age as utilitarian, existentialist and Machiavellian, and art, modern art, reflects the times.

My two cents...

Amicus

 

[Dragonlipz]

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A very nice posting, welcome to the forum, Caffiere.

You elicit a question from me by your post, one which will likely please no one, but your subject is an interesting one.

I fear far too many view, "Art as Craft", as one poster said, and in my opinion that concept destroys whatever is left of 'art' not just in words, but in painting, sculpture and music, contemorary style of course.

One of my ladies, long, long ago, in college, was an MFA, and into the theory of art; we had many long, intimate discussions that usually ended up nowhere, but the wine and candles were always nice.

I suggest that the 'Masters' in art, and my slip will be showing here; Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, Monet, Mozart, Rodin, Hemingway, Nevil Shute and dozens upon dozens more of all ages, had a 'passion for life', that they expressed in their art.

That 'passion' for life, first through God, as faith and reverence and then through man, strength and beauty, male/female, and through Nature, the sky, the water, the flowers, a romantic expression of a sense of life that cherished human and natural beauty.

The twentieth century changed all of that for some, if not most. Changed it to a cynicism and skeptical view of man and a depraved, 'sense of life', that worshipped chaos and confusion and hopelessness.

I think one can only attempt to 'paint with words', if one has a 'sense of life', that is romantic in nature and hopefull, optimistic by choice.

I consider the modern age as utilitarian, existentialist and Machiavellian, and art, modern art, reflects the times.

My two cents...

Amicus

Way overpriced: worth more like one Indonesian Rupiah.......

 

[amicus]

A shame a Troll ended this thread, the subject is lovely.

Amicus

 

[ABSTRUSE]

A shame a Troll ended this thread, the subject is lovely.

Amicus

It's still a beautiful thread, let's keep it going Ami.

 

[amicus]

Don't mind if I do...a little eye candy for the connoisseur of things of beauty, although beware, exposure to such things could be hazardous to afficionados of modern art...

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http://74.6.146.127/search/cache?ei...ess"+sculptures&d=JUsRLkxISdaQ&icp=1&.intl=us

The Camille Claudel exhibition

Exhibition from 15 April to 20 July 2008 at the Rodin museum

Curator-in-Chief of the Exhibition: Dominique Viéville
Curators of the Exhibition: Aline Magnien, Véronique Mattiussi


“ I showed her where she would find gold, but the gold she finds is her
very own.” Auguste Rodin

The Rodin Museum devote a major retrospective of Camille Claudel’s work. This exhibition will consist of her most important works, with over 80 sculptures in marble, terracotta, plaster, onyx and bronze, as well as about ten engravings and drawings from public and private collections. Certain documents, including correspondence between Rodin and Camille Claudel as well as photographs of that period, will also be on display.

http://www.artchive.com/artchive/V/vermeer/pearl_earring.jpg.html

http://www.essentialvermeer.com/catalogue/girl_with_a_pearl_earring.html

"It is always the beauty of this portrait head, its purity, freshness, radiance, sensuality that is singled out for comment. Vermeer himself, as Gowing notes, provides the metaphor: she is like a pearl. Yet there is a sense in which this response, no matter how inevitable, begs the question of the. painting, and evades the claims it makes on the viewer. For to look at it is to be implicated in a relationship so urgent that to take an instinctive step backward into aesthetic appreciation would seem in this case a defensive , an act of betrayal and bad faith. It is me at whom she gazes, with real, unguarded human emotions, and with an erotic intensity that demands something just as real and human in return. The relationship may be only with an image, yet it involves all that art is supposed to keep at bay."

Edward A. Snow, A Study of Vermeer, 1979

Amicus

 

[Samandiriel]

Ami, have you ever seen Bastien LePage's "Joan of Arc"?