Posts tagged ‘Artworks’
Apr 5
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Feb 22
“When the winter chrysanthemums go, / there’s nothing to write about / but radishes” —Matsuo Bashō
Haiku brush
Painting old Edo
Tokyo
“The dragonfly
can’t quite land
on that blade of grass”
―Matsuo Bashō
The Gweilo
In a red-eye rush
Brushes up
“Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair”
―Matsuo Bashō
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“We’ve been trying to open the gates of communication between Havana and Miami through art… It doesn’t have anything to do with politics and is only an exchange of ideas” —Jorge M. Perez
El Niño
Thawing El Norte
Breaking ice
I think that I’ve tried many times to get Cuba in my writings, especially Havana, which was once a great and fascinating city —Guillermo Cabrera Infante
Jan 27
“I departed thence for Cuba, for by the signs the Indians made of its greatness, and of its gold and pearls, I thought that it must be Cipango” —Christopher Columbus
No visa
No baggage to drag
Travel light
For centuries, Cuba’s greatest resource has been its people —Pico Iyer
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Jan 18
“Miami is always super, duper lit”—Post Malone
In Outtakes
Nice Miami Vice
Remastered
Miami is too bright and colorful to miss—Anshula Varma
Jan 10
“Give me the streets of New York”—Walt Whitman
Make it here
Make it anywhere
People swear
I’m in a New York state of mind—Billy Joel
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”—Leonard Cohen
Stardust haze
Colors ricochet
Prisms smash
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass—Anton Chekhov
Dec 23
“Ideas come from life: what happens in mine, what I see happening in others’, mixed with a great deal of imagination. I might see a person in a grocery store and build a whole character and life out of what’s in her basket”—Elizabeth Berg
Smart baskets
Picnic in Paris
On their bikes
Even the simplest wicker basket can become priceless when it is loved and cared for through the generations of a family—Sister Parish
Dec 9
“We feel the chill north winds coarse through the home despite the locked and bolted doors… this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delight” —Antonio Vivaldi, the Sonnets*
Cutting edge
Ornately Baroque
Artistry
We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously,
for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground,
And rising, hasten on across the ice in case it cracks
—Antonio Vivaldi, the Sonnets*
Dec 6
“I had to go to France to appreciate Iowa.” —Grant Wood
Backstory
Gothic revival
A paint job
All the really good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow—Grant Wood
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