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Madamalade
She was beauty’s model best,
Looked to fulfillments ahead,
Life should be cream and peaches
With attention’s timeless riches.
- Bolbul
Busto de Dama, 1900
Ramon Casas i Carbó (1866-1932)
Maison en Hiver, 1909
Gabriele Münter (1877-1962)
My house is the heart of snow,
A poet of splendorous cold,
Weighing accents and emphases
That lines descriptive would hold.
- Bolbul
Bend in Forest Road, 1906
Paul Cezanne (1839-1906)
Wished the tall trees…
‘Make us brush-free!’,
Said the sky, ‘Shape me resonant with the path
That, for a century, shall bless the human canvas!’
- Bolbul
Field of Flowers, 1910
Egon Schiele (1890-1928)
Flowers become wishes… for loved ones,
Should you look long enough,
But read these as wishes painted
As blossoms… all Egon’s.
– Bolbul
Ritratto di Hena Rigotti, 1924
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
The lines of a painting travel back in time. They contour the subject while carrying the lineage of masters… in the varnish of their thoughts. Analogously, a lady’s thoughts are colored by tradition’s fruits.
- Bolbul
Flowers with Mirror, 1927
Max Beckmann (1884-1950)
When a brush makes a vase
Of color bunches and shapes,
It’s the end of the artist’s long wait…
To be a mirror articulate.
- Bolbul
Daphne a Pavarolo, 1934
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
Eyes shut, she’d see the fields clearly… within her. A wind would rise and she’d tilt back to enjoy being dried of perspiration. Clothes would rustle with leaves and the back window of her head would invite cool sunlight.
– Bolbul
Still Life with Flowers and Pears, c 1935
Bessie Davidson (1879-1965)
The touch of softening flower petals can live in a painter’s fingers, causing her to transfer that suppleness to bole linen. Likewise the feel of raw Italian clay in ochres, umbers and siennas. But the sweetness of pears under a blue green sky suffuses her mind. Together, the palette becomes compellingly articulate.
- Bolbul
Christmas Still Life, 1937
Gabriele Münter (1877–1942)
She was flower crazy and had pots to carry gardens in. The favorite patch, named Christmas, grew tinsel, lights, ribbons and peonies on fir stems… planted in porcelain and stone. It occupied half a shelf top but seemed to fill the room like the moon does the sky.
– Bolbul
Three Trees, c 1906
Andre Derain (1880–1954)
Fauvist trees of imagination too grow tall and reach for skies. Planted in the terra firma of aesthetic laws, they outlive their original, objective inspirations. The fruits they bear are not merely sweet but musical… and may be enjoyed inexhaustibly.
– Bolbul
Fiat 600, 1956
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
One star does not a sky make, one flower not a garden, one car not a modern city… said la piccola macchina… and there wasn’t a single disbelieving heart. Dreams of having one parked before their own home soon lit up the entire city.
- Bolbul
Mother and child, c 1930
Jamini Roy (1887–1972)
India is a mother whose lap
Supplies her arts and culture the sap…
Between divine glories and amma’s lories
Or lullabies… her kids feel no experiential gap.
– Bolbul
Snowdrops, 1933
Max Beckmann (1884-1950)
If the newspaper is a wintry maze of snow,
Too cold, too long for the bones…
Set aside old glasses,
Look at spring in the first flowers of hope.
– Bolbul
The Yellow Log, 1912
Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
An evergreen, golden pine,
Thick beyond annular time,
From the distant forest of snow,
Returns home as sunshine.
- Bolbul
Studio, Paper Bags & Bass Violin, 1962
James Weeks (1922-98)
Tilling fields spectrally spread,
Be it red to blue-violet
Or bass to the higher octaves…
The artist earns his milk and bread.
– Bolbul
Trochilidae (Hummingbirds), 1904
Ernst Haeckel (1834-1919)
from Kunstformen der Natur (Art Forms of Nature)
Ernst visited the gallery of nature noting experimental and stylistic trends. He was especially taken by works in the long hallway from Tierra del Fuego to Alaska. Here artworks were three dimensional and flew. With much effort, he made a composite with copies that hovered… for our eyes.
– Bolbul
Forest, 1903
Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
Under the cloaks of trees,
There live forest spirits…
With ear tufts and owl eyes,
They spooo the earth, even skies.
– Bolbul
Still Life with Irises, 1949
Max Beckmann (1884-1950)
Painting is a gift from flowers to mankind. Without irises, lilies, sunflowers and jasmines, one couldn’t imagine the field meaningfully. The floral imprint spills onto the artist’s mind too such that he imparts a liberating fragrance to the whole scene.
– Bolbul
Three Sunflowers, 1888
Vincent van Gogh (1853-90)
Three parts pigment and one of madness
Makes hues electrifying synapses.
One wilting part and three blossoming
Make flowers eternal yet time reckoning.
– Bolbul
Abendwolken (Evening Clouds), 1911
Gabriele Münter (1877–1942)
Some days the golden hour commands a dramatic palette… sunlight with the pungency of mustard, clouds with the texture of sauerkraut, grass with the keen touch of wasabi and haystacks with the glow of honey. It’s the hour to be sensorily alive. Then darkness soothes the palate with a dessert plate of dreams.
– Bolbul
Autumn, 1896
Alphonse Mucha (1896-1939)
Long ago when seasons were women,
Summer didn’t so burn,
Winter hurt but led to purification,
Spring and autumn made hearts hum.
– Bolbul
La Cafetiere, 1944
Pablo-Picasso (1881-1973)
Cafetieres matter… because the enabling magic of coffee is not only in its roast, grind and bean but also shape. If the plunger pushed down at a twisted angle to the bottom and side and the cap fitted awkwardly, the brew would augment perception. Three such cups to an artist and he would produce works you could barely wrap your head around.
– Bolbul
Lavandera (Washerwoman), 1933
Jean Charlot (1898-1979)
Cleaning clothes, she was in the here and now for hours… with pin focus. The act became so meditative that within months divine secrets of holy texts were revealed to her… right by the brook. Occasionally, miracles would happen to wearers of clothes she washed.
Still, she felt pained at the hurt folks caused each other.
- Bolbul
Vase de Fleurs, c 1930
Louis Valtat (1869-1952)
Green gowned and wide eyed,
The three flowers signified
The attitude of accepting light
At the edge of darkness… so remaining vivified.
– Bolbul
La Chaise et Aux Glaïeuls, 1942
Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
A painter dating an origamist,
Receives white gladioli as gift…
Feels his heart flip a switch,
Now all he paints… with a pinch and twist.
- Bolbul
Still Life with Candlestick, 1937
Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
The attributes of incident light alter the thoughts produced by a book, the beauty exuded by flowers, the meaning of a painting… for light is whimsical in creating shadows, shapes and perspectives. Therefore the art of reading is also about the art of shaping light in the first place… say with a candlestick.
– Bolbul
Study for balcony – Two people with dog, 1968
James Weeks (1922-98)
Some days against San Franciscan fog,
The Sun is a pet dog,
In the lap, around the park…
You cannot miss its happy barks.
- Bolbul
Red Hills with Pedernal and Clouds, 1936
Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986)
Singing blues over browned quiets and mountains,
She said, made the country inimitably different…
And today feeling New Mexico-proud,
She was joined by two clouds.
- Bolbul
Untitled (Woman with Great Danes), 1964
James Weeks (1922-98)
Her unbounded space and freedoms,
Great danes, lifestyle and fashions…
Do they color or hide an underbelly
Hinted at… by Alcatraz’s prison?
- Bolbul
Man in Park with Dog
James Weeks (1922-98)
Outwardly they did not talk,
Yet it was a rhythmic, coordinated walk,
Adding quiet punctuation
To the melody of the park.
- Bolbul
Sunflower, 1908
Egon Schiele (1890-1928)
‘Let folks say… the sun crosses the horizon,
When your head bows down’,
Said the king of them passing on.
‘So wear your genetic crown!’
– Bolbul
In The Bluebell Wood, ca. 1902
Swan Lake
George Henry (1858-1943)
She went where Spring stood,
Dressed in stained glass and wood,
With bluebells… for those who would,
Distill and exude its mood.
– Bolbul
Eiffel Tower, 1911 (dated ’10 by artist)
Robert Delaunay (1885-1941)
To clouds bunching like bangles,
With beaux-arts and their tangles
Of angles and spangles… will Paris
Transport hearts lucky to… her sample.
– Bolbul
Seated Nude At Tea
Raymond PR Neilson (1881-1964)
She felt the need to tinge the air
Golden brown and to let down her hair,
To garnish time with garden-fresh lime
And to lower the bustier.
– Bolbul
Tete a Tete on 968th Fl of a Skyscraper, 1911
Moriz Jung (1885-1915)
An approving smile played
On the lips of fate…
As they arranged a spine tingling,
Hair raising, heart warming tete a tete.
– Bolbul
Stony Bottom, 1911
Atelierszene, 1901
Leo Putz (1869-1940)
On stones, in a lake,
Bared, she’d wade
To a boat that gifted
Sun naked, to a maid.
– Bolbul
Untitled, c 1962
Richard Diebenkorn (1922-93)
Art goes no fuss,
On cola and donuts…
In a sugar high for us.
– Bolbul
Rowboat,1958
David Park (1911-60)
The mind is a rowboat over colors,
Seating two opposed figures
Of abstraction and realism,
Who… seldom but strikingly confer.
– Bolbul
Barn Owl Viewed from the Side, 1887
Vincent van Gogh (1853 – 1890)
Deadwood-still, eyeing distance,
Ruffle belying beak and talons,
Mental… mounting the moment,
He instructs Van Gogh in observance.
– Bolbul
Artist’s Wife Frieda Boating, 1909
Leo Putz (1869-1940)
Lakes and rivers were where
Grew up the oarswoman extraordinaire…
So get away she will, from routines mere,
Says the hurried stare.
– Bolbul
Little Walter`s Toys, 1912
August Macke (1887-1914)
Innocent, love wrapped joys,
For not only Walter, the boy…
Too, for his reminiscent father,
Color-drained, upon the canvas of war.
– Bolbul
Atelierszene, 1901
Leo Putz (1869-1940)
Silkiness off her skin
Overflowed on clothes,
As the cheekiness of pink
Turned the dark corner rouge.
– Bolbul
The Little Girl in Blue, 1934
Amrita Sher-Gil (1913-41)
Eyeing with equanimous love,
Little earth around grandma’s hearth
And imported school colors,
Soon she’ll spread… the wings of a fledging dove.
– Bolbul
Tiger in a Tropical Storm, 1891
Henri Julien Rousseau (1844-1910)
The wind outs claws and the storm grumbles,
‘Who here says… I’m king of the jungle?!’
‘Not me, never did…’ the tiger bumbles,
In a mousy squeak, pride a-crumble.
– Bolbul
Tree, 1916
Theo van Doesburg (1883-1931)
A tree he purposely split
Into green clusters earthily tipped,
Their lips chorusing… ‘Designed solidarity
But underpins cosmological diversity.’
– Bolbul
La Robe Verte, 1914, click for full view
Jean Metzinger (1883-1956)
She stood at intersections public,
Of poetry and philosophy,
But in moments private, trusted
Only cats… for comforting conviviality.
– Bolbul
Untitled, c 1920
André Lhote (1885-1962)
Her figure transcended stylistic strictures,
Consistently projecting the perfect picture
Of art-hued health
And pricelessly shaped wealth.
– Bolbul
Untitled, c 1920
André Lhote (1885-1962)
Her figure transcended stylistic strictures,
Consistently projecting the perfect picture
Of art-hued health
And pricelessly shaped wealth.
– Bolbul
Yachting, 1937
Jean Metzinger (1883-1956)
Even the Sun untamed,
For her spirit, indulges in the game
Of blowing breezes… to go where she pleases
Or hold so… for the pose of a rose.
– Bolbul
Fantomas, 1918
Josef Čapek (1887-1947)
In cloaks noir they come,
Long nails tipped with venom,
To seize my heart… but that won’t happen
For what I’d do unto them.
– Bolbul
Self-Portrait with Cigarette, 1895
Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
The mind arises from interstellar darkness and dreams of light. The body is a smoldering, crumbling meteorite… flashy and stylish for moments but resolves in a wisp of smoke. The artist is a dangling, white cuffed cigarette wide eyed at self-insignificance.
– Bolbul
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