Two hundred years later.

I have no idea what I am going to write but right away, I know I want to write something about this painting. It is drawing me in. So well done to Mr Tournier and Well done to Magpie for catching our attention.

It is been a while since I contributed to the Magpie's website, but I am glad to be part of it again. Did I say how much I love painting? I love painting. But today, I don't think I want to honour this painting with poetry. I think I just want to react on that painting.

It is funny to see how we are all link to each other. Our thoughts, love, and hate ripple to one another and either expand or contract.
It is the same with Art.
Because this painting you see reminds me of another painting. It is so very close to another French painter style. The painting is called "Luncheon on the Grass." It is from the artist Edouard Manet.



The only difference is this painting "Banquet Scene with a Lute Player" was made in 1625 while the other one below was created in 1862 and 1863. Two hundred years later!
I think there is the same audacity in bringing the audience in. The same realism, the same attempt at depicting the intimacy of a scene on one hand and the invitation of that look on the other hand.
One element claims you that you are excluded the other is calling for you.
Well two hundred years later, the same happens again.
Only this time the viewer is a naked lady lunching with two fully dressed

At the time, it sparked controversy because the figures were the artist's relatives. There is Manet's wife and  the two men are Manet's brother Eugène Manet and his future brother-in-law Ferdinand Leenhoff.
I would have thought the shock would have come from the fact that it is okay for a woman to be seen as naked while men retain their dignity in clothes but not at all. Because believe it or not, this had been done before.  Scholars also cite two works as important precedents for Manet's painting Luncheon on the Grass, the Pastoral Concert 1508, and the Tempest, 1510, both by Giorgione and both features fully dressed man with nude women in a rural setting.


So there you go. I have learned something today.
Magpie  #67

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Red shield

I wasn't very inspired by this picture two days ago when I saw it, or even yesterday. However I saw Sweet Pea's work and I decided to give it a go.

Your words,

my heart,

cut in.
Like angry hordes.
State of the art

You win.
Your swords struck.
I kneeled,
and bleed thunderstruck
despite my shield.



Magpie #58
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Pretty Still Butterflies

Which divine magician
put this spell on you?

Nodding in the breeze
Reflecting the light
Feathered forelimb of lime and purple

Extend your wings
And let the wind
Carry you away.

Yes come to life
Pretty Still Butterflies.

Magpie #57.

Garlic

 Ah this picture. It makes me smile. And isn't it what it does back at me on this picture? With his crescent brown golden shapes, the many cloves are smiling at me like familiar faces. Yes. Garlic is bliss.

Ah Garlic.
Diabolic
Bucolic
Idyllic
Cyclic
Symbolic
Nostalgic garlic.

 Take on magpie#56
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Pieces

First of all, I am so glad to be back, to kick that creativity again, unleash it without constraint, without restrain, without double guessing myself. It is good to be back. Now on that note, how I am going to extricate something good out of me, something worthwhile out of this picture (which is all together cleverly made)

You think you can clip them back, don't you?
You think you can assemble the pieces and call it whole again?
You broke my heart, damn it!
You broke my heart and even if the pieces fit,
Even if the image of me is smooth again.
Beneath,
Deep beneath,
It is trembling,
It is shuddering,
From the earthquake you inflicted upon me.


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Prestine

Oh how perfect it looked from the outside, wrapped neatly in its prestine green walls, nestling down in immaculate snow. How very tidy indeed.
Just looking at it, you can almost smell the virginity seeping through the four walls.
Four little steps of stone to paradise, they thought.
Four walls to provide you warmth, they said.
Four walls to keep you safe.

Oh but if they knew.
All the horrors inside.

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