Clown, 1972
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-)
Wearing colors of the argument
That men are better off as children,
He stares in pained amazement
At damaged opponents.
- Bolbul
Landscape with Disc, 1906
Robert Delaunay (1885-1941)
Imagine an artist, head saturated with colors, squinting at a landscape. Arcs of light fall on conifers, distant olives and potted poinsettias. Colors start rotating as the roundness of the eye lens synergizes with that of the sun.
He is energizing his imagination, you exclaim.
- Bolbul
Duality
Two skins are color and sound… artistic flesh and bones upon… as physics and chemistry are sovereigns… by univeral laws undergirded. So Bernard’s likening of music to painting is lauded.
- Bolbul
Vocation, 1939
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
To the rug on the floor,
To the light from the window,
She says, ‘Fighting the cold,
We shall yet make the scene glow!’
- Bolbul
Fired Up
The kids’ jousting reminded him
Of the three, at home waiting…
Energized… with customers flowing,
He cashes in on rickshaw pulling.
– Bolbul
Rickshaw Ride, 1970
Demas Nwoko (1935-)
The Clown, Tete, 1955
Bernard Buffet (1928-99)
Applying colors to the face, at once makes eyes guileless and straight. Looking a layer deeper into people’s behavior and hearts, their individuality merges into collectivity. Problems appear impositions by the almighty.
Paint off, the clown focuses on what matters most, love.
- Bolbul
Untitled, c 1940
Gabriele Munter (1877-1962)
The Moon deserves citizenship of the Earth. It may fly like a bird but often engages at ground level… skipping on water, jumping roof to roof… and on occasion, highlights above claim in colored lines. We must vote for inclusion.
- Bolbul
Slim Woman with a Cat, 1913
Geza Farago (1877-1928)
The sky has neither fish nor mice,
So though the view’s undeniably nice,
Madam would be well advised
To count not stars… rather grains of rice.
- Bolbul
Sleeping Child, Claude, 1912
Henri Manguin (1874-1949)
At the root of his bliss
Is the earth’s lap and the sun’s kiss,
The flora – kins and siblings,
An unchanged lullaby of nature sing.
- Bolbul
Man and Woman, c 1945
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
A two second hug makes worthwhile,
The daily tread of hard miles…
And meagre catches at end of fishing lines
Go down swell with moon-wine.
– Bolbul
Self Portrait, Red Shirt, c 1965
Cyril Mann (1911-80)
On one side of the mental playing field is a chorus of light, variously talented in bouncing and acrobatics… on the other are thoughts, receiving light in statuesque poses and adding color. The object of the game is not to win but to synergize in creating telling arrangements. Wearing red, the artist referees which patterns to transfer to the canvas.
- Bolbul
Eiffel Tower, 1924
Robert Delaunay (1885-1941)
A tower is a road into the sky. Atop, one notices that lawns and tree clusters are verily clouds with green outlines… in a siena sky. Sliding down, the floaty, purplish and abstracted feeling persists.
- Bolbul
Studio Interior with Easel, 1953
James Weeks (1922-98)
Hungry mornings, a canvas must be fed
The equivalent of omelettes…
Or a plate of cadmium yellows and reds
And for milk, a glass of light oughtta be substituted.
- Bolbul
Girl with Mirror, 1962
F N Souza (1924-2002)
The mirror’s confidence inspiring gaze
She needed, about the lines of her face
But regarding those up and down the waist…
Hell, she knew they were great!
- Bolbul
Untitled (Daphne a Pavarolo), c 1934
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
Her land was sun baked bread,
Of which a corner she’d daily break
The slopes with verdant shade,
Reflected in the tilt of her gaze.
– Bolbul
Leaping Figure, 1951
Keith Vaughan (1912-77)
This morning I saw Energy long-limbed,
Sitting on the parapet knees bent.
Leaping, in three bounds she disappeared across traffic…
Whew, never saw a figure so utterly elastic!
– Bolbul
Ragazza Nuda, c 1945
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
The human body is a vessel
Of believed in principles…
Projecting a humble image straight,
When desires wear a corset.
– Bolbul
Untitled, c 1900
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
The charm of wearing a philosophy as costume is undeniable for hurt individuals. A youngster who cried last night can pretend that her eyes hold running colors… that the kohl isn’t a mask but an accent on the clownish take on social mores.
– Bolbul
Luna Nera (Schwarzmond), 1948
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
The disparate cast of the Earthly stage show
Must meet when the lights dim, behind the curtain…
To pat backs, resolve complaints… then masking again
To merge with life’s circular flow.
– Bolbul
Youth Pearlescent
Doe eyed, by the window of adolescence,
I see her inner trajectory translucent…
She shall plant flowers up into the distance,
Shoring up hope in a land of impermanence.
– Bolbul
Portrait of Renato Gualino, c 1915
Felice Casorati (1883-1963)
Standing Nude, 1916
Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
If love affairs are lines then men are colors… red, green or blue. Studying the length of lines and shifting colors, one may assess the worth of romance. A woman is lucky of course to find a single multihued man.
- Bolbul
Untitled (Musician), c 1945
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
We, bunny rabbits… peaceful are,
Playing and nibbling, eschewing war…
Once lute tinged is our air,
Once seen is the girl with carrot hair.
- Bolbul
Nature Morte, 1955
Bernard Buffet (1928-99)
A confident, cultured mind is criss-crossed and yellow. In it, facts are located with graph paper accuracy and the direction discourses go measurable relative to coordinate axes. As long as two eggs fill the belly and a wine bottle sustains the brain, such an intellect flourishes in society… without money.
- Bolbul
Untitled (Model), c 1970
James Weeks (1922-98)
Artists don’t seek a one inch Theory of Everything… but they angle for Mantras of Simplification and Aesthetics. Chanting these, they inject flatness into depth and palette. Still, they are not above including a one inch, black detail… to titillate.
- Bolbul
A Cup of Tea, 1909
Lilian Westcott Hale (1880-1963)
Hour of the incomparable muscatel tea,
From the far hills of Darjeeling!
By the time madam’s cup is down…
A bent woman has picked a basket of leaves.
- Bolbul
Girl in Striped Blouse, 1973-5
Wayne Thiebaud (1920-), click for full fig.
A coded figure of the times,
In colors, stripes, cut lines…
Though with ‘airport’ familiarity designed,
Is… a sixties deep dive.
- Bolbul
Untitled, c 1920
Henri Manguin (1874-1949)
Cushions and rugs purple green,
Make her succumb to the dream…
One day she shall live and be seen
In the opulence of an art queen.
- Bolbul
The Prints, 1905
Henri Manguin (1874-1949)
With elevated, shared confidence
To create a complex scene,
Manguin asks Jeanne and Jeanne…
His wives, to admire the prints.
- Bolbul
Figures in Landscape, 1953
David Park (1911-60)
Diving far among green stalks
Where public glare reaches not,
Two scratched souls swim out
From under faces overcast.
- Bolbul
Surf Bathers, 1956
David Park (1911-60)
Horses eye the turf,
Limbs stretched, hearts on surf…
Gallops, trots, canters… they shall
Exercise all rights by birth.
- Bolbul
Elizabeth Reading, 1911
August Macke (1887–1914)
When afternoons gave time, she took
The chance to connect to souls of books,
Young but she still understood
Lifestages… plants, flowers then wood.
- Bolbul
Mädchenkopf, 1937
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
Living surrounded by the dead,
Is much for a maiden’s head
Yet culture watchers notice…
A base color is mercifully left.
- Bolbul
Married Couple,1946
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
The joy of being together,
When seen by others,
Was eclipsed so often by fear,
They were… resignation’s stoic flowers.
— Bolbul
Seine-ic
Stirred leaves, big trees, clouds cirrus…
All are but wavelets
In a sea of light.
Oh, the Seine… where sailboats eyes have been!
– Bolbul
Sunset at Seine, 1874
Claude Monet (1840-1926)
The Cock of Liberation, 1944
Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
The Gallic cock must bestow
On a nation laid low,
The emblematic calls of history
As folks… seeds of future sow.
- Bolbul
Iris und Ginster, 1920
Karl Schmidt-Rottluff (1884-1976)
In a blue folds gown, Iris
Meets rustic, gold-hearted Gorse…
Delighting brown eyes of mother Earth,
So long she’s writing… life would be a verse.
- Bolbul
Sitzender Weiblicher Akt (Seated Female Nude), 1927
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
Enthroned on paint bohemian,
Drawing throngs of men,
She… as once the heart imagined,
Is a queen plebian!
- Bolbul
Seat Near Window (Platz am Fenster), 1948
Karl Schmidt-Rottluff (1884-1976)
Sitting by the window, breathe in,
Let the outer world seep in…
Breathe out colors and forms,
By the inner palette transformed.
- Bolbul
La Vague (The Wave), 1902
František Kupka (1871-1957)
The wave reared stamping hooves,
Indignant at having to lose
The mermaid princess… and sought,
Of the prince’s love… concrete proof.
- Bolbul
Sitzender Weiblicher Akt (Seated Female Nude), 1927
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
Enthroned on paint bohemian,
Drawing throngs of men,
She… as once the heart imagined,
Is a queen plebian!
- Bolbul
Evening in the Room, 1935
Karl Schmidt-Rottluff (1884-1976)
The evening brought the moon
To the painter in his room,
So he’d compose a colored tune
Of summer… jazzily opportune.
— Bolbul
Boy with a Ball, 1925
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
What they say makes him recoil,
Foreshadowing perhaps a wall,
Too hard and rising tall…
With that the boy won’t be playing ball.
– Bolbul
Wave, Night, 1928
Georgia O’Keefe (1887-1926)
Ever the three titanic elements,
The earth, sea and firmament,
Have on each other left
Designs cosmic and timed paint.
- Bolbul
Fish, 1967
Tatyana Kopnina (1921 – 2009)
Sing I like wind on the river,
With vobla, vodka or beer…
God’s made me rich with
A sun spread table and golden painted fish.
- Bolbul
Self Portrait with Cap, 1905
Andre Derain (1880-1954)
An ingenious painter and light,
Share attributes of color
That numerously delight
And into mutual beings… bridging insights.
- Bolbul
Wheat Stacks under Cloudy Sky, 1889
Vincent Van Gogh (1853-90)
How many skies wide
Can an art-bird keep alive…
Maintaining the stack of feelings
Warm and always full of light?!
- Bolbul
Two Girls with a Doll, c 1930
Karl Hofer (1878-1955)
Three hearts in each other so vested,
They formed a home thrice nested…
Flying and hovering on wings fledging,
All watchers ‘aww, awwwing…’ they kept.
- Bolbul
Seneca, 1963
Lev Russov (1926-87)
With all its mesmerizing diagonals,
Framing angles and tilted verticals,
A painting must look back straight…
Allurements digested… in a Stoic head.
- Bolbul
Felinity
My city’s soul is that of a cat,
Striped variously and moving fast.
Hackles raised it growls at play fouls
But when moonlight feeds milk,
Its purred affection… is to forever last.
- Bolbul
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