“Red” is in this Season #prose #socialism #photography

red head

“You look good in red,” all the store clerks said as they gathered round admiring their work.

I shook my head and pointed, “I like that one!”

It was the same coat just in a rich royal blue.

“No, that was last season’s coat. It is not for you.”

I pulled the coat up next to my skin. My blue eyes became more vibrant.

“Yes. I like the blue.” My eight- year- old spirit was not going to be railroaded.

“We could not possibly sell this coat to you,”  the clerk shook his head firmly at my mama.

“Then I will have none,” I stomped out of the store.

It was that way all over town. It was as if everyone had swallowed the same bitter pill.

“This season’s color is red,” she pointed at a red dress.

“This season’s color is red,” he pointed at a red chapeau.

“I want blue!” I pointed at a blue cap on a mannequin in a dusty corner.

In walked a little girl the same age as myself. She carried herself like a soldier at eight.

“There it is,” she smiled like a snake at the last blue hat in the store.

The store clerk gladly pulled the hat off the mannequin.

“It needs red.”

The girl looked at me from the corner of her eye, as she pulled out an emblem of red to be sewn on her hat.

“Do it quickly,” the girl clapped her hands in a practiced motion.

A clerk rushed to the back to have the emblem sewn on.

I walked out of the store. “So this is how it is.”

The general’s daughter could have whatever she wanted: drives in fancy cars, ice cream at the confectioner’s shop, and a blue coat and hat.

I went back to the first shop.

“I would like three of those red coats, please.”

At the next shop: ” I would like four of those red dresses, please.”

“Yes, five red chapeaux s’il vous plait. No need for an emblem. It will wear one soon enough.”

I will hate the color red. I will dye the underneath of each garment a different color. I will never have the cold heart of a militant marionette. Not even when I turn nine.

“My blood underneath will still run blue,” I smiled.

 

 

 

Can’t Last Forever #haiku #Fiction

black and white bound heart
seeking for relief
aching of a broken heart -
love isn ‘t forever
 
© Chèvrefeuille

 

 

“Analyze that Haiku “#2 gives us the opportunity to look around the  above haiku 360  degrees and tell its story so here goes:

It had been a long summer. Nights never cooled below 100 and my coffee ground skin was always in some state of pealing. You had  loved caressing that skin once or had it just been a mirage. Had I made myself believe that you couldn’t catch a wave the same way without me, that the crisp mountain air was dull when we couldn’t chase the fall leaves, and winter nights together well you said they took your breath away. My heart peals back revealing layer after layer of pain. When will I get to the end of you and memories…? This desert heat is more constant than your love even it can’t last forever.

 

… and then write a haiku:

hot nights

your shoes wait at the door

cold memories

Thanks to Kristjann Panneman for the prompt and inspiration.

Everything has a Price #water #ag #california #poetry

Comrades come and gather round

we have found water

in your thirsty ground

precious as it is to you

we will sell it back

it’s true

grow your crops

or let them die

what is it to us

if hungry children cry

***

Pictures speak 1000 words. These pictures are within miles of each other in California’s Central Valley.

You guessed it the beautiful water filled canal supplies water to the corporate farm.

The independent farms (family owned ) are left to go back to scrub brush.

Fracking is not helping the problem!

Behind the Canvas #art #portraits

Lautrec. Fragonard, Cassat, Modigliani, Picasso

 

As an art student, I always steered clear of The Portrait. One of my teachers told me early on “it’s not the mechanics of the drawing that makes it difficult, it’s catching the life of the person. To do that the artist needs to infuse feeling onto the canvas.”

On one of my jaunts to the National Gallery I sat and looked at two artists  that were opposite each other: Modigliani and Toulouse-Lautrec. I was not familiar with Modigliani and at first glance thought “I could paint portraiture like that.” Then I swiveled around looking a Lautrec in the eyes and wondered why I had never understood this particular Impressionist.

First the Italian artist Modigliani: Look at the  boy’s face. What do you see? I see a rather bored (probably spoiled youth). In this day and age, he was might have been thinking “I have someplace better I can be.” As I was sitting taking notes, I watched a boy (probably 8-10 years of age). Something about the Modigliani caught his attention. While his family moved about the gallery, he looked intently at this boy (from every angle.) Modigliani got it. It captured the essence of feeling in the “boyish”posturing and facial expression of “Chaim Soutine.”

“Madam Amedee” also a Modigliani must have been a joy to paint. Modigliani manages to portray the prudish arrogance of the this woman. Her lips seem to hold back the words “Can we be done?”Again, I believe he captured this woman’s essence par excellence!

An interesting contrast is just across the room tucked away in a quiet corner. The drawing of “Olga Picasso” is fresh and filled with an unobtrusive beauty. Not what one expects from Picasso who as a general rule used his portraits to make a statement about the inner workings of man.

Okay, I’ll swivel once more to Henri de Toulouse- Lautrec:

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec was known for his looking behind the curtain of life. He knew the girls at the Moulin; they weren’t just subjects. I wonder if the masks he paints on these ladies is a means of protecting them. One one of his paintings,  (in the gallery) he actually has a masks on the dancers. Yet, the audience he gives a fairly accurate likeness and even uses the names of the “patron” as the title of several paintings.

I was captivated by the first painting I have shown here. The woman looks like a painted clown. The man is stoic and refined. I’m going to chance a guess that the real “clown” was the man who made airs of himself.  One clue is that a man in that era always took his hat off in the presence of a lady. “Yes, Toulouse men through the ages have used women but respected them very little.” Does Toulouse-Lautrec capture the spirit of the people? I would say “yes,he does.” The girls are lively whereas the voyeurs are stiff and have everything in practical order. I can’t say I understand Lautrec completely but I have a greater appreciate  for the statement he makes about spirit in each human being.

Jean Honore Fragonard. I had to throw in this beautiful portrait (that was painted about 100 years before the others) to show a contrast. Fragonard, I am assuming like all artists, had to make money on occasion. Commissioned portraits were the way artists have paid their bills for centuries. What feeling you gain from this painting is what the painter has to contain. The family just wants a picture of their daughter who is told to sit very still. What the artist would love is to see her dress and hair flutter in the wind to capture (and set free) the spirit that is the captive of a chair.

Cassatt continues to be one of my favorites. This portrait of a mother with her young child is a staged sitting and yet the artist takes license and allows the child to squirm. The impish glance in the mirror lets the viewer know that the artist has seen this child run about the manor. The mother is composed but Cassatt knows the will she is exerting to have her child be seated for more than a moment. The mirror was probably the artist’s idea as a way to keep the child distracted. (Today photographers use their hands or a stuffed animals to keep small children from running off or crying.)

I threw in the collage of Picasso’s portraits as a contrast to his earlier drawing. I fought the urge to credit the drawing of the young woman to Picasso; it was so much more like a Degas. I looked through every portrait Degas painted. “Then it must be Cezanne, because it can’t be a Picasso!” I guess I have a new love for Picasso (at least his earlier work.)

 

I hope this gives you a look behind the canvas at the artist dabbing on pigment, forming shapes, and adding life in the Portrait.

 

Photography: Moondustwriter 2014

Picasso Collage: Suturno Diario 

BREAKING: Four Terrorists Captured on US Border on September 10 – Day Before 9-11 (Video)

moondustwriter:

We let anyone cross our borders these days!!!

Originally posted on :

crew-2231Comment by Jim Campbell, Citizen Journalist, Oath Keeper and Patriot.

For the record… Jeh Johnson was a top Obama campaign donor before he was appointed Secretary of Homeland Security.

That should make the reader feel all warm and fuzzy!

The Gateway Pundit

H/T Jim Hoft

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Congressman Jason Chaffetz broke this shocking news Wednesday thatfour known terrorists were apprehended at the US border in Texas on September 10 – the day before the 13th anniversary of the 9-11 attacks.

Chaffetz questioned Homeland Security Secretary Jeh Johnson on whether he is “aware of any apprehensions of suspected or known terrorists.”
Johnson dodged the question.

Tonight, Rep. Chaffetz told Megyn Kelly there were four terrorists arrested crossing the US border in Texas on September 10.

There were actually four individuals trying to cross through the Texas border, who were apprehended at two different stations, that do have ties to…

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