Abstract Paintings to Love


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Painting by Robert Rauschenberg

 

Percy Shelley

Ode to a Skylark

Hail to thee, blithe spirit–
Bird thou never wert–
That from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

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Collage by Jane Cornwell

 

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest,
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar and soaring ever singest.

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In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O’er which clouds are brightening,
Thou dost float and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

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Collage by Hildy Maze

 

The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of heaven,
In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.

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All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.

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Painting by Joyce Stratton

 

What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow-clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody:–

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Painting by Hildy Maze

 

Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought;
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.

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 Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

Chorus hymeneal
Or triumphal chaunt,
Matched with thine, would be all
But an empty vaunt–
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.

What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?

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Sati Zech

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!

These images are all from the Art Journal- Expression Through Abstraction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Beauty of Mixed Media Collage


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Please join me for our next round of art collecting that has been occurring as we reembark on our fantasy art collection. As we look over the most recent choice pieces for our fantasy collection, it appears that what we have here are a few select pieces of mixed media collage to offer for your thoughts and viewing.

The most fascinating thing to me about the best mixed media collage is twofold.

The artist who captures the most perfect arrangement of materials is the master.Textures and surfaces appear in such a way that size, shape, color and form seem to land randomly,as if by accident. Despite the apparent randomness of arrangement, the greatest master collage artist will somehow exhume a coherency of relationships that appear to be arranged by only the most divine providence.

Elegant elocution that sings simultaneously of careless abandon along with perfectly measured placement is the earmark of a mixed media collage masterpiece.

I remember my days in graduate school when I was learning how to paint. I was pretty “God” at painting, you see, or so I thought. So I hauled myself to a completely different part of the country to study painting in graduate school, to do what I knew I was really good at doing for nonstop two or three years straight. How could I go wrong, right?

Well imagine my surprise when I relocated to the beautiful mountains of Western Massachusetts and discovered that I could not paint to save my soul. In my first year in the graduate program at University of Massachusetts, Amherst, I felt like such a dismal failure, as everything I painted turned to despicable mush right in front of my very eyes. The harder I worked, the more atrocious my work became. And believe me, at that point I would have gladly taken atrocious for an outcome if it had at least been a powerful atrocious.

But no, my paintings then were not even that. So one day I took every painting I had done all semester, ripped them all to shreds, and flung everything into the floor.

Surprise.

I looked down and saw the beginnings of a new kind of awareness developing, something that contained visual impact and meaning, beyond the broken pieces of my miserable failure. Because the broken pieces conveyed unexpected connections between the torn fragments, a new arrangement of power and beauty was beginning to emerge.

imageThis is where my love, and admiration of mixed media collage began. And this journey of unexpected, unanticipated connection and meaning continues to this day when the search for meaning creates an art work that captures the moment in a way the surpasses all sense of time and place.

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So here I offer to share with you a few of my favorite really special collage treats for your enjoyment and pleasure. I hope that you will enjoy these mixed media collages as much as I have.

Again, I welcome your comments and insights. Please share in the comments below.

 

 

Designer Collage Tote by Janis Kirstein. To see more go to:   http://pin.it/11xgxRV