A Simple Sunday featuring the soothing art of Joseo!
About the artist:
Joseo comes to us from Barcelona where he is a university professor who teaches art history and practical applications of art, with specific emphasis on painting.
His goal in life is to encourage artistic expression, technique and art appreciation
in all of it forms.
http://www.myspace.com/joseo56
This Week’s Featured Art
“Obras Azulados”
(Blue Works)
please use only this artwork for this challenge
**As Always**
Please credit the artist for his beautifully detailed painting.
Now, let’s ride the wave of inspiration that Joseo has sent our way and see where it takes us…
Today’s artist may not be able to make it by today, but feel free to leave him comments, here, under his art
Hi all š ..I love this art of Joseo`s :love: :love:
ripping up the coast
dropping down the lines
a storm to end the summer
Boy this was tougher than I thought it was gonna be *smiling*
Like the Moon
that pulls the waters
out to sea
there is a draw
that comes from you
pulling me.
Like the waters
that never reach
what draws them so
I am tossed
in love’s tides
to and fro
Very beautiful art piece, Joseo!
Night all. I’ll be back in the morning to enjoy more of your beautiful poetry (unless the power/internet goes out)….then I will be back when I get to my refuge tomorrow afternoon. Be well :love: :love: :love:
Joseo’s art continues to move my muse!
Yes, the pic that the artist drawn reminds me so much of the storms on the East Coast, and when New Orleans was hit from Katrina…..the Waves coming all along the coast…..praying for all on the East Coast.
I was sure by now
God you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say āAmenā, and itās still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
āIām with youā
And as You mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
Iāll praise You in this storm
And I will life my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear Iāve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I canāt find You
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
āIām with youā
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth :love:
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A ocean of emotions.
Love of a heart was left here.
She died in the ocean tides.
He broke her heart for the last 1ooo times.
She knew when it came to love she would lose.
And this gypsy of love was all she knew.
When that night came she stood in the tides screaming for the pain to wash away.
But it just made her dance and sway.
She did not want the ocean to treat her this way.
For her heart was broken .
She tossed the ocean a gypsy token.
One that would curse the loveās that tore her apart.
She yelled and cursed love for life.
Then she took a dive.
Head first has she cried swallow me up ocean tides.
Donāt let my death become a loverās lie.
She stood strong against the tides.
That was until thy washed her out to the ocean to die.
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You’ve guys have all been wonderful with your poetic offerings for this challenge! I thank you, on behalf of the CPC, the artist and myself. It’s been a very long day and I need some rest. Tomorrow will be interesting to see what kind of damage we wake up to….I’m keeping my fingers crossed… šÆ
Much love to you all! :love: :love: :love:
the tide comes in and out
just like people in our lives
such as the sea foams
to which ones are seaweed or stone…
light upon our waters….
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Sorry I’m late, I’m glad to be here thought…whew!
Beauty of an art piece…very very nice!! :love:
folks,this is a very late post. Prayers for safety to all who are in the way of the hurricane. Peace,Elfwing.
Mysteries….
The rolling tides of Emerald Green stayed on my mind-so near and clean.
They jogged the memory from my past,and helped me understand-at last-
That many mysteries before us lie–the tumptelous sea and the rolicking sky.
What mysteries lay before you,too–and what exactly do they mean– to you?
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by Elfwing/Brenda Brite