Showing posts with label Don Ouixote art received. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Don Ouixote art received. Show all posts
Friday, February 10, 2017
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Kathleen McHugh [036]
Kathleen McHugh
Three Found Object Collages with Eugenia Toledo's Ulysses Book Bag, Laura Castellanos' Bummer Bunny, and Hello Kitty fruit snack package
Spanish Republican in Exile
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Autumn Cymny [030]
Autumn Cymny
When I look into someone's eyes or stand in the presence of nature, I see my muse. I use paint as a medium to capture the feelings I cannot find the words to express.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Friday, January 27, 2017
Anita Endrezze [027]
If you want to add to this poem, please send lines to donquixotemailart@gmail.com using
"The Wall" as your subject-
Anita Endrezze website
"The Wall" as your subject-
Anita Endrezze website
The WallThe Wall ( an ongoing list poem). What's a list poem? Simply a list of things, ideas, etc. Let's make a list poem about the wall. Add your lines to the comments. We'll build a poem. A wall of words.
by Anita Endrezze
Build a wall of saguaros,
butterflies, and bones
of those who perished
in the desert. A wall of worn shoes,
dry water bottles, poinsettias.
Construct it of gilded or crazy house
mirrors so some can see their true faces.
Build a wall of revolving doors
or revolutionary abuelas.
Make it as high as the sun, strong as tequila.
Boulders of sugar skulls. Adobe or ghosts.
A Lego wall or bubble wrap. A wall of hands
holding hands, hair braided from one woman
to another, one country to another.
A wall made of Berlin. A wall made for tunneling.
A beautiful wall of taco trucks.
A wall of silent stars and migratory songs.
This wall of solar panels and holy light,
panels of compressed cheetos,
topped not by barbed wire but sprouting
avocado seeds, those Aztec testicles.
A wall to keep Us in and Them out.
It will have faces and heartbeats.
Dreams will be terrorists. The Wall will divide
towns, homes, mountains,
the sky that airplanes fly through
with their potential illegals.
Our wallets will be on life support
to pay for it. Let it be built
of guacamole so we can have a bigly block party.
Mortar it with xocoatl, chocolate. Build it from coyote howls
and wild horses drumming across the plains of Texas,
from the memories
of hummingbird warriors and healers.
Stack it thick as blood, which has mingled
for centuries, la vida. Dig the foundation deep.
Create a 2,000 mile altar, lit with votive candles
for those who have crossed over
defending freedom under spangled stars
and drape it with rebozos,
and sweet grass.
Make it from two way windows:
the wind will interrogate us,
the rivers will judge us, for they know how to separate
and divide to become whole.
Pink Floyd will inaugurate it.
Ex- Presidente Fox will give it the middle finger salute.
Wiley Coyote will run headlong into it,
and survive long after history forgets us.
Bees will find sand-scoured holes and fill it
with honey. Heroin will cover it in blood.
But it will be a beautiful wall. A huge wall.
Remember to put a rose-strewn doorway in Nogales
where my grandmother crossed over,
pistols on her hips. Make it a gallery of graffiti art,
a refuge for tumbleweeds,
a border of stories we already know by heart.
butterflies, and bones
of those who perished
in the desert. A wall of worn shoes,
dry water bottles, poinsettias.
Construct it of gilded or crazy house
mirrors so some can see their true faces.
Build a wall of revolving doors
or revolutionary abuelas.
Make it as high as the sun, strong as tequila.
Boulders of sugar skulls. Adobe or ghosts.
A Lego wall or bubble wrap. A wall of hands
holding hands, hair braided from one woman
to another, one country to another.
A wall made of Berlin. A wall made for tunneling.
A beautiful wall of taco trucks.
A wall of silent stars and migratory songs.
This wall of solar panels and holy light,
panels of compressed cheetos,
topped not by barbed wire but sprouting
avocado seeds, those Aztec testicles.
A wall to keep Us in and Them out.
It will have faces and heartbeats.
Dreams will be terrorists. The Wall will divide
towns, homes, mountains,
the sky that airplanes fly through
with their potential illegals.
Our wallets will be on life support
to pay for it. Let it be built
of guacamole so we can have a bigly block party.
Mortar it with xocoatl, chocolate. Build it from coyote howls
and wild horses drumming across the plains of Texas,
from the memories
of hummingbird warriors and healers.
Stack it thick as blood, which has mingled
for centuries, la vida. Dig the foundation deep.
Create a 2,000 mile altar, lit with votive candles
for those who have crossed over
defending freedom under spangled stars
and drape it with rebozos,
and sweet grass.
Make it from two way windows:
the wind will interrogate us,
the rivers will judge us, for they know how to separate
and divide to become whole.
Pink Floyd will inaugurate it.
Ex- Presidente Fox will give it the middle finger salute.
Wiley Coyote will run headlong into it,
and survive long after history forgets us.
Bees will find sand-scoured holes and fill it
with honey. Heroin will cover it in blood.
But it will be a beautiful wall. A huge wall.
Remember to put a rose-strewn doorway in Nogales
where my grandmother crossed over,
pistols on her hips. Make it a gallery of graffiti art,
a refuge for tumbleweeds,
a border of stories we already know by heart.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Chau Huynh [024]
Chau Huynh a Vietnamese American painter currently residing and working in Seattle, Washington. Chau is a contemporary artist who holds an MFA from University of California, Davis. Her art, as she said is “about revealing, speaking-up and finding healing”
Friday, January 20, 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Monday, January 2, 2017
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Café Deseado [005]
Café Deseado
c/o POINT JAUNE museum
Linsebühlstrasse 77
CH-9000 St.Gallen
Switzerland
Monday, September 28, 2015
Pamela Braun [003]
Pamela Braun originally from San Antonio, Texas motivated by the prodigious rainforest environment immigrated to Belize in 1990 to paint natural spaces that are being extinguished in the Americas. The universality of her art is rooted in nature. Believing that when art is true, it is one with nature, the secret of primitive art. Guillermo Gutierrez Nieto author of Belize Art Panorama of the Arts in Belize , Ediciones Pleamar, Mex,2001 says about Pamela,
" Her principal expression medium is painting utilizing mostly oil, she also works with mixed materials and with huge spaces painting murals.
A quick look to her works could suggest to us only reproductions of something obvious in this country. Nevertheless, if we watching them with detail, we can discover a thorough technical process which ends in a perennial vividness reflected in the natural elements that she integrates.
The mixed works of Pamela Braun have implicit one of the dilemma that most of the artists affront, the social compromise. In that sense, through the pieces of old newspapers , Braun invokes the deep difference between the natural harmony and the villainess of some human acts. Maybe for this reason, the works are a kind of call toward the improvement of our spiritual health if we look again to the nature."
Dona Quixote, Pamela Braun
I speak w/out concern for the accusations
that I am too much or too little woman
that I am too black or too white
or too much myself
and through my lips come the voices
of the ghosts of our ancestors
living and moving among us
female, a Quixote is no Quixote at all; told about a
woman, the tale of being caught in a fantasy becomes
the story of everyday life.
Poem by Audre Lorde
Dona Quixote, Pamela Braun
During a time of constantly reworking meaning, this image was used as a metaphor for my inward spiral during voluntary expatriation while I sought information from a culture outside of my own and was moving against barriers that stood in my way of becoming a painter. The windmills were the barriers of thought and experience that I revolted against in contemporary western society and its social and economic structures.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Karen Alekyan [002]
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Migration of the 21st Century
Karen Alekyan website
As a contemporary artist, Karen Alekyan highly appreciates ecological, social-political, gender and human rights problems. His art reflects the social-political picture of the world and global issues. The main message of his art is social injustice, the rights of small nations in the big politics, racial discrimination, raising of ecological problems. He is sure that the main issue in the context of Contemporary Arts should not be the philosophy of inperfect past but that of foreseen Future.
He is a freelance artist, he works in the sphere of painting, digital art, mailart, book art, installation, photo, performance and videoarts. His works are presented in Armenia and in many countries of the world.
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