A Simple Sunday featuring art by the mysterious Malo Baccara!!!
I love the structure of lines of today’s artist…hope you do, too.
About the artist (by a friend):
Malo is a painter. Self-taught, his style, whether to define it, is rather symbolic. Each piece is unique and worth seeing. Inspired by the sun, his four children and her man, his paintings invite you to travel in his perception of the world. Moreover, it invites you to the gallery of St. Louis the city of Toulon (France) where you can experience some of his works.
This Week’s Featured Art
“Abre de Vie”
please use only this piece artwork for your inspiration
As always, credit the artist for his work.
Now, please Don’t make like a tree and leave….stay and play poetic with me.
Please leave your comments for the artist here, under his art
TREE
The tree that sit
In the mist
Lonely
Till the rain comes
One day
And cries on it
Leaves begin to grow
The little tree
Smiles with much joy
Pretty soon
There was another
Then another
Tree of one makes many
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————————- © August 20 , 2o11
Good night all. See you in the morning. :love: :love: :love:
I see people at the bottom of the branches Giggle :love: :love:
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Red planet tree
Elongated and free.
Decorated centuries ago.
Preserved when planet said go.
Leaves? Probably not, but more like dots.
All put together to appear like a leaf a lot.
Nearer to the heart of the planet you must go.
Even into the center of the equator you’ll go.
There you will find the red planet tree.
Tree gigantic and sleek.
Real it must be take a peek.
Every detail etched with the brush,
Even the expert has to gush.
This Red Plant Tree looks so real and free.
Red Planet Tree
by Steve Cope
08-21-2011
CPC Simple Sunday
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I hope I am not too late to contribute some poetry to this blog. What I’d like to share, I actually wrote two years ago. These are the first five paragraphs of a short story that I am submitting to an anthology. I thought it would fit with today’s theme.
It is called; ‘The Trees’.
‘The trees were talking to her, whispering with the wind. The sycamores and the cedars, the fir trees and the weeping willows. They were singing songs in the mornings, murmuring dreams in the nights. They were giving her protection in the dubious streets of the city. But peace of mind was unknown to her.
thank you Malo for this honor!
You all need to watch the video
Very beautiful, Thank you again for
such an inspirational piece
I want to thank all of you for supporting today’s blog. I know with the 4pm-8pm blackout, it would have been easy to pass us by…..but I thank you for not doing that. That is why I love you guys :love: :love: :love: :love:
All wonderful writes… Many Kudos to everyone!
the picture is simply stunning. the burn orange is my favorite colour. it inspires me. i will be back to post. miz nancy :love:
Summer’s kiss is still upon our cheeks
With greens rustling with the wind
Soon Autumn’s breath will be upon us
As the golden orange fire inspires colours
Twisting and turning the fading forest
Into a masterpiece of yellow and red
The aire is becoming more still
As each leaf settles in place
To burst into a brilliance
No artist can master
No poet can speak
Miz Nancy 11
I really like the colors on the branches-it gives it the feeling of a mosaic, even though it’s a painting.