Child Holding Dove -Pablo Picasso @ Simple Sunday
Greetings Poets! I’m sorry to say that
Cynthia is actually in Southern California
Staying with her Mom and Dad.
Her father has a bad case of the flu.
Cynthia asked that I post this
Blog for her…but
I forgot to do it last night.
I was preoccupied playing Mr.Mom to our children.
My sincere apologies.
So let me introduce you to our
Featured Artist for this week.
None other then
Pablo Picasso!
b. 1881, Málaga, Spain; d. 1973, Mougins, France
Pablo Picasso was born on October 25, 1881, in Málaga, Spain.
The son of an academic painter, José Ruiz Blasco, he began to draw at an early age.
In 1895 the family moved to Barcelona, and Picasso studied there
at La Lonja, the academy of fine arts. His visit to Horta de Ebro
from 1898 to 1899 and his association with the group at
the café Els Quatre Gats in about 1899 were crucial to his early artistic development.
Picasso demonstrated uncanny artistic talent in his early years,
painting in a realistic manner through his childhood and adolescence;
during the first decade of the twentieth century his style changed as
he experimented with different theories, techniques, and ideas.
Picasso creativity manifested itself in numerous mediums,
including oil paintings, sculpture, drawing, and architecture.
His revolutionary artistic accomplishments brought him universal
renown and immense fortunes throughout his life, making him
the best-known figure in twentieth century art.
To Learn More about Picasso and his art,
Please visit the Link below.
Below are some examples of his style of work:
“Still Life”
“Painter and Model”
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Today’s Featured Art for our Poetic Muse...
Please feel free to use this art piece for your
Poetry Inspiration
And then if you like…
You may use the previous 2 paintings too.
Here is our Feature by
Pablo Picasso
“Child Holding Dove”
I thank you for visiting and sharing with us here for
Simple Sunday!
Please leave us your Heart and comments!
Let us know if you Liked today’s art!
I’m looking forward to our time again
for sharing next week!
One Summer Dream
~Cynthia~
Again my apologies for forgetting to Post this last night for all of you and Cynthia. I know she’s gonna give me an earful when she comes back. My father-in-law has the flu and so she was happy to be able to go stay and help care for him all this past week. I unfortunately feel like a duck out of water at being the ‘Single parent” during this time, so bare with me.
I hope you enjoy today’s Artist and Artwork and find it inspiring for your poetry.
Jon
:love: :love:
MY FEATHERED FRIEND
~^~
Beautiful within
Love abound
Tender hand s wholes
A feathered friend
Love and peace
Do be share
A feathered being
And human
They do
Go hand in hand
As we know
If not for one are the other
We would not be
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- © December o9 , 2o12
THE ROOM
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A room
That we can all share
A book are maybe two
Fragrant with flowers too
Do fill the room
Talk and laughter
Of children at play
The smell
Of goodness
Cummin from the other room
Mom voice hummmin
Sum thing
Easy on the ear
And even so easy to remember
Sweet be the sound
A room
Our space
That we share
Love and be being of
This be my favor
The closeness
Warm
And so lively be
Be the room
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————- © December o9 , 2o12
Modernity
Welcome to the twentieth century.
Picasso brought us to modernity.
In exploded images we would see
the world in a flux of uncertainty.
In a softer fauvist phase,
a dove is gazed upon lovingly –
hope in the face of anomie and savagery,
the horrors of the century.
Thus a mechanized world was translated
in fragmented images of perspective unrelated.
To what in still life painting we used to see
he brought the genius of new iconography.
(c) Tony Hansen
12-9-12
Beautiful Blog…..the writing here showcases this wonderful artist Picasso……much love to everyone this next week!!!!!
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“Child Holding Dove” by Pablo Picasso
AS PEACE FOUND MY HEART
On a morning in mid-winter
so very long ago
as a tiny slipper of a moon
and a lone silver star
welcomed the dawn
and faded silently away,
I found him scared and lonely
and shivering on the ground,
his feathers so pure and white,
a peace dove of morning
appearing within my sight.
And I picked him up
and held him tight
as he warmed my hands
and touched my heart;
lifting my spirits
in his own special way,
touching my heart
and lifting me up
as the dawn met the day.
And while I wanted
to keep him forever,
holding him close to me,
I knew I had to let him go,
to share the peace
he brought to me and to my heart
with a world so very much in need
of the peace and the love
he had brought to me
as on a morning much like this
so very long ago and far away,
a white dove touched
my young heart
and my soul
and I found peace
as a dove came my way
and I picked him up
and cradled him
next to my heart.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-10-12
TIMEFREEZE
Little Miss Marker
couldn’t live starker
a single beach ball
and a mourning dove doll
Her sad eyes betrayed
that an orphanage maid
had cut her hair short
after guzzling port.
Won’t someone take pity
on this stray in the city?
Picasso remembered;
her image he rendered.
What did the rest of her
life have to offer?
Only this painting remains,
a trace which never wanes.
Copyright December 10th 2012 RGD