Stop 2, Stop 3, Stop 4, Stop 5
All Hands On!
Now the river belongs to the emergent land,
Operates under new plans and commands,
Should there be an incident with nature,
The tugboat will sort and help repair.
- Bolbul
Starboat (Tugboat and Riverboat), 1966
Wayne Thiebaud
Freeway Curve, 1979
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-)
On steel horses, full of verve,
Citizens race on a pedstalled curve,
High on feelings of well being
But dreading a swerve.
- Bolbul
Musicians, 1921
Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
When the window has seen
The moon beyond the cloud screen,
It passes a sound string
Like so… to lady violin.
- Bolbul
At the Tortures. From “Till Eulenspigel”, 1956
Lev Russov (1926-87)
‘It’s cool to be cruel
To flouters of the kingdom’s rules…’
Thought Till’s medieval fools,
Eyes lit like jewels.
- Bolbul
Dining Dare
Behold a restaurant with ‘tables for ladies’,
Seeking not ‘business’ but merely
Eating… what chutzpah liberating,
In New York trendsetting!
– Bolbul
Tables for Ladies, 1930
Edward Hopper (1882-1967)
Bus Window, 1973
Richard Estes (1932-)
On broad avenues of opportunity,
Plied the bus swimmingly,
Even a teeny speck… onto pecuniary prospect
Would be wipered off immediately.
- Bolbul
Marcella, 1910
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner (1880-1938)
He met her chained innocence,
With new colors and brush movements,
Succeeding to give expression
To resignation’s edginess.
- Bolbul
Dead Cat, 1889
Jacobus van Looy (1855-1930)
The snow is white… but milk isn’t,
Don’t lick, get up, poor kitten…
Let’s call the horse wagon,
Go buy more fancy ribbons.
– Bolbul
Bus Window, 1973
Richard Estes (1932-)
On broad avenues of opportunity,
Plied the bus swimmingly,
Even a teeny speck… onto pecuniary prospect
Would be wipered off immediately.
- Bolbul
Sandwich, 1961
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-)
Wizardly, he made and laid
Nine layers of elevated taste,
In raagas of colored paste,
A geometric jazz… for the visual palate.
- Bolbul
Seated Woman, Back to Window, 1922
Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
For countless toiling hard,
Dreams rose not beyond Nice’s promenade,
Though for her it was a start…
For the equanimous woman of art.
- Bolbul
Stehende Zigeunerkinder, 1927
Otto Mueller (1874-1930)
They wore flowery colors and the feel of promise,
One orange trumpets, roses the other Miss,
But for feeding the kid,
They used all their Gypsy grit.
- Bolbul
Self Portrait in Red Jacket, 1911
Herman Stenner (1891-1914)
No Fear Stare
A young soldier in matador red,
With a painterly heart fed
On emotions tyrolean azure… in battle bled.
A price too high, the world paid.
– Bolbul
Still Life Flowers, 1938
Gregoire Boonzaier (1909-2005)
For every working hour,
Today, let there be a flower…
Big, bold reds, poetic purples,
Pumping energy to the temples.
- Bolbul
Lady with a Book, 1945
Vanessa Bell (1879-1961)
The book became blank paper
Just looking at her,
Words voluble turned silent,
Unwilling to compete with her splendor.
- Bolbul
Sitting Nude with Pillow, 1911
Auguste Macke (1887-1914)
In the garden of pillows and rugs,
The body is a vessel of love…
Pliantly complimenting margins and flowers,
Bending to the benevolence in blues above.
– Bolbul
Painter and Model, 1928
Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
Vertically laid eyes, three facial profiles,
The brush conically reaching eyes,
Lines and palette butt simplified,
Now that’s wildness gentrified…!
– Bolbul
Bather with Beach Ball, 1932
Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
The intent of the morphing spirit
That drove distortions such as this…
Was it purely artistic
Or too, for shocking out of wits?!
- Bolbul
Birthday in the Parsonage Garden, 1911-27
Nikolai Astrup (1880–1928)
The backyard garden trees,
Glad masters of ceremony,
Welcomed all with clapping leaves,
And said ‘Happy Bithday! sing all ye…’
- Bolbul
Boat at the Shore of Viksfjord, 1918
Harald Sohlberg (1869-1935)
When nature unabashedly daydreams,
Butterflies become human beings,
Drinking nectar, carried by the winds…
Step in, your boat’s waiting…
- Bolbul
Piscine
The two men looked up hungrily like fish expecting tidbits. Frau Gwendolin and her friend, despite the austerity of dress and circumstance, felt like confused princesses. Pampering men even for short minutes was fraught… experience said… yet they awkwardly did.
– Bolbul
Frau Gwendolin, 1949
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
Hawaiian Swimmer No. 4, 1960
Jean Charlot (1998-1937)
Granted their Hawaiian wish,
A little girl and a fish
Become buddies… in waves
And haze of caring happiness.
– Bolbul
Swedish Hues
Gutting war and romance both seek oversized canvases but share not colors, shapes or lines. Imagine her struggles in layering their simultaneous landscapes. Only by the window light of neutrality (in Sweden) could she pick colors.
- Bolbul
Future (Woman in Stockholm), 1917
Gabriele Munter (1877-1962)
Sun and Moon, 1960
William Theophilus Brown (1919-2012)
In an earlier epoch, the Sun and the Moon were two lobes in a happy man’s head. His double-doored house opened to light as also to night… sowing stars beside flowers.
Do memories blight or bless him?!
- Bolbul
Still Life, 1922
Karl Schmidt-Rottluff (1884-1976)
Patently we must grant
An artistic sensibility to plants…
Here they join Karl’s hands,
Paying homage to stars, sunsets, skies and…
- Bolbul
Madre y Nino, 1937
Jean Charlot (1898-1979)
She wished to teach her precioso
To compete not with the chores,
To enjoy crawling on the floor…
But the cries couldn’t be endured.
- Bolbul
Green Dress, 1966
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-2021)
His daughter’s head was a 60s beehive
Of creative takes on human strife
But today she’d sit with nameless eyes,
A green mystery ‘objectified’.
- Bolbul
Muscatine Diver, 1963
William Theophilus Brown
On the planet there’s ever been,
Only in Iowa, the town ‘Muscatine’…
With freshwater mussels riverine
That made a billion buttons of pearly sheen.
- Bolbul
Der Trommler (Drummer), 1953
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
A wee beat of the heart,
Hastening into her arms,
Loops back feeding eardrums…
Raises the pitch of the canvas.
- Bolbul
Untitled – The Creature, 1975
Zdzisław-Beksiński (1929-2005)
If with cruelty, greed and hate,
A nation’s psychic landscape
Be demagogically painted…
Believe it mates… dystopia cometh!
- Bolbul
Citric Magic
Oranges flavor masterpieces…
Equally on canvases and palates!
Weaving a carpet of colors, Cuno
Introduces their magic.
- Bolbul
Stillleben mit drei Orangen, 1908
Cuno Amiet (1868 -1961)
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
Apples on Table, Green Background, 1916
Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
Eating apples with the mind
Is an act of spiritual kind.
Ingest slowly, cores, seeds, et al,
Abstracting the facing wall.
– Bolbul
Murnau – Landscape, Orange Cloud, 1909
Alexej von Jawlensky (1864-1941)
The mountains were not merely serene but serrated. Their teeth, reflected in nearby architecture, occasionally pierced the underbelly of the familiar to unveil something new… like sky yolk – gooey, spreading slowly.
– Bolbul
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