As some of you may know I did art GCSE and my theme was Ordinary and Extraordinary.
As part of the project we went to Brighton to collect sources.
Today I found my USB with all of my art things on it and I found a short poem I wrote on the 23.05.2012. As a part of my preparation I responded to the poem in Kandinsky's style :D
I just thought I'd share it with you :) it's not my best painting but it was an interesting exercise.
And here's one of my more recent paintings.
As always artists' oil paints from Winsor and Newton on a 18"x14" canvas :)
As part of the project we went to Brighton to collect sources.
Today I found my USB with all of my art things on it and I found a short poem I wrote on the 23.05.2012. As a part of my preparation I responded to the poem in Kandinsky's style :D
...
The Fight of the
sea.
It's cold.
the intermittent white noise, soothed my senses, no way I
was gonna leave this place.
The
crashing sound, their anger expressed with the intense movement of water..
swooshing.. thundering.. roaring, like a wild beast in the deep blue water
approaching its pray..
moving
backwards returning to its cave.. it was cold.
then
the fight was over.. the sea calmed down.. now it was whispering the words of
its soul.. All I could hear was the gentle touch; the caress of the ocean just
touching the rocks below. With each incoming wave, a gentle kiss with the
limestone and then the wave quickly rushed back out to the sea.
like a lover, the
waves kissed the shore... a perfect place for me to be..
it's
cold.. the wind is around me.. singing its sad song.. it seemed to be blue.. occasional tears touched my face, as the grey,
fluffy clouds cried.. it's cold.. the wind is in my face..
a
sea gull made a horrible sound.. it was trying to fly in the direction opposite
to the wind.. everything was moving. The
waves were dancing, faster and faster until their gentle whisper changed into
the sound of a war, the sound of crashing, roaring... it was deafening.. it wasn't
lapping gently on the shore.. it was a fight again... and it was cold.
The
air was salty.. there was also a scent of fish, chips and candy.. however salt
was the main ingredient of the dish served by the sea. my lips were salty and
my mouth was salty.. it was something that was impossible to defeat.. I was
trying to drown out the taste of salt by sugar, but it wasn't giving up.. it
was invading my mouth with its taste.. there was no way out.. and it was cold.
...
and here's the response:
Lots of Love,
Marlena
Marlena
