Page 1 of 2

Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:10 pm
by Sabina
[size=150]Paintings + Literature = Enhanced Beauty[/size]

I have an idea for something we could do all together, and then the best ones, or maybe all of them (depending on how many we have total), could also be put on the Deep Spirits site, in the [url=]Life-Changing Arts[/url] section.

The idea is to connect paintings (or graphics, or sculptures,..) with literature... Take a piece of visual art and find a corresponding poem or piece of text from a novel etc. and present both together.
Are you up for it?
I am quite excited by the idea itself... I did this a few times in the past, but would like to expand the concept, not to mention, the group dynamics could be great.
We don't have to rush it... you don't have to now frantically browse the internet and try to find links.. you may already know some, or you may come across some in the near future..
If you do, then post them here.


Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:37 pm
by Sabina
I am going to start and I hope the concept is even more clear then. I already wrote above that I did similar things in the past, so I'll just take one of the old ones...

Painting by Nicoletta Tomas
lovers18-nicoletta.jpg (27.48 KiB) Viewed 24402 times

[color=#003260]I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

[size=85]PS: If you have a better association for the same painting or the same poem, it is ok to re-use them.[/size]

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:14 pm
by mirjana
We Wear the Mask
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Paul Laurence Dunbar
(June 27, 1872– February 9, 1906) was a seminal African American poet of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

Places named in his honor
Dunbar High School In various cities Dunbar Hospital (Detroit, Michigan) Dunbar Magnet Middle School (Little Rock, Arkansas) Paul Laurence Dunbar Library (Dayton, Ohio)
10 Cents US Postage Stamp is with his image

verdirosi Ambition 1.jpg
verdirosi Ambition 1.jpg (51.78 KiB) Viewed 24396 times

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:15 pm
by Daywhite
I will add to this, a painting and a poem, but just wanted to say about your last post....ahhhhh. <3 <3

Though not familiar with the painting before, it's perfect. And Neruda...seriously, is there anything else need be said.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Great post, Sabina.

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:59 pm
by Sabina

"Nature's Little Helper", by Jim Warren
natures-little-helper.jpg (94.18 KiB) Viewed 24383 times

[color=#3b0051][size=150]The Unseen Playmate[/size]

When children are playing alone on the green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
When children are happy and lonely and good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.

Nobody heard him and nobody saw,
His is a picture you never could draw,
But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When children are happy and playing alone.

He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,
He sings when you tinkle the musical glass;
Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why,
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by!

He loves to be little, he hates to be big,
'Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig;
'Tis he when you play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the Frenchman and never can win.
'Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed,
Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your head;
For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf,
'Tis he will take care of your playthings himself!

by Robert Louis Stevenson

[size=85]PS: This poem is currently number 1 on [url=]Deep Spirits' list of great poems[/url].[/size]

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:02 pm
by mirjana
This is a perfect match. <3

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:30 am
by Daywhite

The Kiss by August Rodin

This sculpture was based on the legendary noblewoman in Dante’s Inferno. Apparently, she falls in love with her husband’s younger brother while they are reading the story of Lancelot and Guinevere. They are discovered and killed. It is suggested that their lips aren’t touching in the sculpture because perhaps they were interrupted and never got to experience their first kiss.

I thought a long time whether these two pieces of art were good matches for this category. What it really came down to, for me, was it's Rodin and Neruda. I get the same feeling when experiencing either, a connection in my soul, one might call it love.

If You Forget Me
-- Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:53 am
by Sabina
Beautiful choices, both of them. I do think they match... and I love the extra bit of information too. That's a nice touch!

The Tree

PostPosted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 3:41 am
by Ryan

[size=200]The Tree[/size]
by Ryan Nore

There it stood with its limbs outstretched,
Taking in all the sun its delicate leaves could catch.
The beautiful young sapling, in stone set its roots.
A very rough beginning and succeeded by few,
But once this young tree’s roots took hold,
No storm could destroy it, regardless of how bold.
Bending in winds and leaves stripped away,
limbs ruthlessly snapped, yet still the young tree would remain,
Standing upright, outstretched with its glory...
Not “The End”, yet the beginning of the story!

[size=85][color=#AFA281]Illustration and poem by Ryan Nore - 1999[/color][/size]

Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

PostPosted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 11:14 am
by mirjana
[color=#9f1313]Ryan Nore,

It is not only nature that is your passion... =0o =0)
Both are very beautiful, your poem and your drawing. [Pd] Perfect match.
And both touched me very deeply with the message they send, the poet and the painter.[/color]