Posted in Art, Poetry, tagged #Fine Arts #The Study of Art #Color and Luminescence, #Writing about Art, Abacos, Artist Mary Chamie, Oregon Society of Artists on July 20, 2021| Leave a Comment »
A big part of the enjoyment of art for me, is playing with ideas.
Do I go forward with an oil painting of this, with more vivid colors?
Or should I play with something even more abstract?
What will be gained from taking this to a different concept of artistic thought?
Will anything be learned about its value as a setting?
If I do take such a leap, how can I add to the idea of luminescence?
What is it that lures artists to repeat paintings, differently?
Perhaps life, itself?
Posted in Art, Poetry, Writing on July 18, 2021| Leave a Comment »
Here she is, my winter bridge painting. She has gone through a number of transitions, on her way to becoming. Now that she is here, I cannot imagine how she looked before.
I wanted the sky and water to mingle and reflect in this painting.. And I wished the Winter Bridge painting would highlight the Willamette River’s natural beauty while staying real to the sight of industrial pressures that such city rivers also bear.
I hope the viewer enjoys the sky, soft background hills the river flow and water reflections. I also hope the viewer considers the port side, the big buildings, the ominous boats that cover up the natural ridge of this beautiful river, dominating a once pristine cove.
May we never forget how this river flows so naturally under the bridge, the left bank tucked into trees and soft sky. And may we also remain concerned when we see that it flows on the other side, past the industrial messes we make.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Abacos, Poetry on July 17, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Blue seas and water waves
erased by symmetry
affirmed by none.
Smooth and deliberate.
A powerful bird glides by
proud of the direction it has taken.
Posted in Poetry on July 16, 2019| 1 Comment »
Slimy colorful gobs, paid for by advertising, innocent and fresh, newly designed but not really.
Crystallized into short, sharp syllables, oh I like that one, let me put it up.
Slung in the face of others, posted on line for all to read.
The colorful emotive gob smears sticky smush onto the insulted receiver pushing shades of anger.
Retaliation. New cheap gobs thrown back, no care in time spent writing short angry syllables. No need to.
Ready to eat, prepared insults. Modern food, brought to your house through an internet box. Tantelized with sugar, dangerous chemicals carefully massaged into symbolic globs, meaningfully shaped to look like good food, nourishing nothing.
Gobs of words paid for by ads. Supported by spending money aimed to throw more gobs. Each gob thrown earns a dollar for somebody.
Weak legs and arms, too tired to prepare any independent thoughts.
Reach for another already prepared, readily available gob and take aim.
Posted in Art, Poetry on November 15, 2018| 3 Comments »
Trivial moments spiral,
arriving nonsensically,
angst driven.
What is the catch, the trigger
turning sadness to joy and laughter?
Maybe a long, satisfying walk,
vigorous bike ride,
or a child speaking or a butterfly slipping by.
Nothing much, but awareness.
Poem and sketches by MChamie
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 29, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Branches arch streets and sidewalks,
offer shade from hot sun,
sigh in soft winds saying no relief to roots.
Time for cement to go, loose
dirt to tickle tree toes, share nutrients
and shade, softness, glory, shelter, quiet,
now shifts to autumn to show new glory.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography, Portland on October 23, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Swaying beauties, oft dismissed
columns emptily treaded around.
Look up and see their capes, the
soft shade embracing color shape design
food shelter comfort.
Shouldn’t we take better care of them?
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 18, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Trees hover, leaving shadows,
dance of light, reflecting branches.
Coffee cup in hand,
I stumble over awkward sidewalks,
erupted by roots,
enjoying the beauty.
Photo and poem by MJC
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 6, 2018| Leave a Comment »
It’s just a thought, but here it is.
Can there be peace on earth?
I think not, but yet again,can there be peace on earth?
This earth? Our earth?
Whose earth?
Poem and photo by MJC
Posted in Art, Poetry on July 9, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Quiet dawn of morning
pierced by computer clicks,
I drink first cup of coffee,
