Category: Art

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXVIII

Film at 11 Froth Deep down below past even the words are ideas and concepts normally unthought except by the weird unkempt minds of those who dare to be different Whipped creaminess of dangerous notions, syllables expressed too rarely and more seldom heard, whizzes by faster than can normally be sensed Grabbing on to a possibility I was taken downward further than imagination could conceive There is truth here There is more wherever I look And who wanted to be normal anyway –Robyn Elaine Serven –December 28, 2007

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXVII

Art Link Doorway Mort At some instant one day the words will cease to flow their creator (or vessel) having passed through the Door between herenow and therethen The words left behind the ideas they expressed the actions they instigated will be all that remains to weigh the meaning of this particular existence Regret is extinguished if the words have expressed peacefulness concern and care and a life lived well –Robyn Serven –September 21, 2007

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXVI

Art Link Butterfly Just Wondering Just because I’m gendered differently than other people, why must I surrender my feelings, check my sensitivity at the door like an oversized overcoat, just so a few can repeat their unfunny jokes and pokes at people like me, because after all there is nothing funnier in their minds than someone like me? Not a real woman… Not a real man… What does that even mean? And why does it even matter? And why do people just stand around and silently watch it happen? Are they chuckling to themselves because they agree? I wonder. Beyond toleration and acceptance lie support and defense. Which will die first, bigotry or me? –Robyn Elaine Serven –November 29, 2005

is named Yusuf.”  🙂

And the Cat Came Back, (now that’s a headline!) By Lorraine Ali  

Big news, right?  Breaking.

Not even.  @;-)

I don’t care.  🙂

It’s news that makes me very, very happy.

A man of peace, an artist of life, returns to give the part of himself that I can receive, his music.  

In this time.

Via his own choice.

I am floored by the decision.

And more grateful than I can find words to explain.

Artists of life, rejoice!  We have an unique, tested, treasured Voice back among us!  🙂

Enjoy!  We will be Encouraged!

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXV

Art Link Layers Transference You keep telling me what I think — like you would know? How is that appropriate? I am told by you that I must be motivated by self-interest alone like you and (you aver) everyone But it is not so It angers you that I deny your claim maybe because you assume I must believe that I am better than you No such thing do I believe But the truth of it all seems to be that you apparently do believe your philosophy is lacking if your attitude is any measure And isn’t that a kick in the butt? –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 5, 2007

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXIV

Art Link Breaking Dreams Vendetta When did revenge become part of a liberal or progressive agenda? How can we scream call names spead rumors seek to crush our enemies and remain true to our moral convictions? Is payback all there is? Is this all a game of dominance? Or do we still have ethics? Who are we? –Robyn Serven –January 9, 2007

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXIII

Art Link Separation Point Poor Weather Friend You tell me it is not the right time for fairness and justice that generations must pass until there is peace for such as me until we become an honored part of the whole The truth is that it could happen now if it weren’t for people just like you You call yourself a progressive and tell me you are on my side? Who are you? Where do you stand? –Robyn Serven –January 8, 2007

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXII

Art Link The Road To some of us To some of us it doesn’t matter what you think started us on this journey To some of us it doesn’t matter what you believe even if what you believe is that what someone else believes is wrong To some of us it may be an interesting way to share our stories …or not But the fact is that we are all on this journey together And to some of us the question is “What do we do now?” To some of us the question is “Where do we go from here?” And we wonder if you intend to stand there and argue or if you want to come along –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 3, 2007

Vincent Van Gogh’s turbulent and tragic life makes for romantic legend, and much of it is true. But one common misconception is that he cut off his ear over the love of a woman. In fact, the official story long has been that he cut it off after a fight with his sometime friend, Paul Gauguin. The official story now has been called into question.

From Monday’s Guardian:

According to official versions, the disturbed Dutch painter cut off his ear with a razor after a row with Gauguin in 1888. Bleeding heavily, Van Gogh then walked to a brothel and presented the severed ear to an astonished prostitute called Rachel before going home to sleep in a blood-drenched bed.

But two German art historians, who have spent 10 years reviewing the police investigations, witness accounts and the artists’ letters, argue that Gauguin, a fencing ace, most likely sliced off the ear with his sword during a fight, and the two artists agreed to hush up the truth.

In Van Gogh’s Ear: Paul Gauguin and the Pact of Silence, published in Germany, Hamburg-based academics Hans Kaufmann and Rita Wildegans argue that the official version of events, based largely on Gauguin’s accounts, contain inconsistencies and that both artists hinted that the truth was more complex.

Van Gogh and Gauguin’s troubled friendship was legendary. In 1888, Van Gogh persuaded him to come to Arles in the south of France to live with him in the Yellow House he had set up as a “studio of the south”. They spent the autumn painting together before things soured. Just before Christmas, they fell out. Van Gogh, seized by an attack of a metabolic disease became aggressive and was apparently crushed when Gauguin said he was leaving for good.

Van Gogh had wrapped the ear in paper, and when he handed it to Rachel, asked her to “keep this object carefully.” Van Gogh soon was taken into custody, and placed in a hospital, where his mental state was far worse than his physical. The hospital is now a cultural center known as Espace Van Gogh.

This is a distraction diary.  Recently, I have asked you to caption this!  Considering that turnabout is fair play, I offer a few of my own captions.

Flame away.

moar funny pictures

Pony Party is an Open Thread.  Please not to rec the party.

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXI

Art Link Contention Dominance Games Why is there demand for our spacetime our attention agreement with only one side your side in answering a question that essentially has no correct answer or maybe has many? Demanding an answer does not make one exist Vehemence does not generate truth Is there no room for diversity of thought in your world? Who are you? –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 19, 2007