Simple Sunday with Artist Steven Chmilar
Welcome to Simple Sunday!
Tonight we are featuring a piece of art by artist, Steven Chmilar, from Canada.
Steven Douglas Chmilar was born in Grande Prairie, Alberta on December 25th, 1979. He started drawing at the age of two and continued drawing obsessively until the age of thirteen, when he got his first guitar. For over the next decade, Steve pursued music primarily and continued drawing as a hobby.
After recording two full length original albums with the Calgary-based band “the Villains” and winning a national songwriting contest in the spring of 2006, Steve remained a professional musician by trade while continuing to draw and experiment with painting. He then relocated to a deserted rural house 45 minutes outside of Vernon, BC in fall of 2007 to focus on painting.
Since moving to Victoria in the spring of 2008, Steve has been building his collection of oil paintings as well as drawings in pen and graphite. Steve has been painting full-time since the success of his debut show at the Massey Gallery in the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria in November 2011. He currently lives in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Tonight’s feature is titled “Island”.
Looking forward to see what this artwork
inspires your muse with.
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THE WONDERERS
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Alone
In this vast place
Of no where
Cold and wantin
A roof over my head
No land to see
Except here
Just us four
The ole man and we
Wonder just where
Did he get that robe
It looks very warm and cozy
Wonder if hed share
If we catch a fish
Know he would share
You think
Why are there leaves
Just on his side
And not here
Looks like
Hes even drinkin a glass of wine
Are so it would seem
And eatin
An awesome meal
With out a care
That we are here
Barrow of cheese
A shady
Big knife
And a mirrow
Wonder what do he see
Hes got it made the ole man
Yet so do we
We got
A new start
You me
And baby makes three
When the ole man is gone
There will be no more
We will flower and make new the ole
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————– © February o9 , 2013
httpv://youtu.be/Mkh2qe6-t_4
ISLE OF CONTRASTS
Inspired by “Island” by Steven Chmilar
Sun rose on their small world
to light a brand new day.
Adrift on desert shoal,
contrasts of the past way.
Aboriginal spot;
primitives know it well.
Natural adjustment.
By Mother’s rules they dwell.
Sophisticated tools
brought from an advanced world
serves needs of transformed man
by complex skills unfurled.
Their symbiotic tree
both unites and divides.
They get along just fine
while privacy provides.
Copyright February 9th 2013 RGD
Thank you Art by Steven Chmilar
The Last Island
As the tree above viewed
One side with leaves one side bare
Beneath human the same breathing air
Is it the beginning or the end without clothes they wear
The end with only an island a child to bare
As the waters guide them toward the sunset fair
Gently moving as sitting in an easy chair
Gray cloud lifting warmth feel as a new beginning care
I’m lost,on this island
In with many thoughts.
I’m lost,on this island
In frightening thoughts.
I’m lost,on this island
In sad thoughts.
I’m lost, on this island
In upsetting thoughts.
I’m lost,on this island
In fearful thoughts.
I’m lost,on this island
In many ways.
I’m lost,on this island
In many ways.
I’m lost,on this island
In my mind.
I’m lost, on this island
will I be found.
TOWARD SIMPLICITY
On this morning
as the day begins,
awakened together
with a newly risen sun,
a certain peace overtakes us
and consumes our every thought,
our love within the ocean breezes,
leaving us needing or wanting
absolutely nothing more
than what we already have;
all those complications
that we’re leaving behind,
those things of life
we thought we needed
but really don’t mean anything
and only weighed us down.
And on this morning,
the sun rising anew,
sweet paradise
cradles our hearts
as together we view
the sunrise and the future
and what lies ahead,
relying upon each other
within a life of pure simplicity.
(c) barbara kausteklis 2-10-13