NATIONAL ART SCHOOL
Sydney, Australia
PAINTING BY CHANCE
Eric Niebuhr
Discover the unexpected
and liberate your painting from your conscious mind
by approaching painting
through a variety of chance techniques.
I am Smitten.
Here is the start of my Love Affair with Watercolor.
It is only the beginning; I am just learning.
She is quite tricky to control, but I am Inspired.
Immense in difference to my deep past relationship.
Oil is a Rugged Passion; strong to the touch.
But this, she teases you with her consistency.
Making you weak in technique; diluted.
My Oil surprises in wonder, but in time as it dries.
This Watercolor courts you unexpectedly, and instantly.
I have a fondness for her movement; this graceful caressing.
And her soft texture; light still with deep affection.
She is so beautiful when you have her in your hands.
You think you are in control, though it is she that controls you.
Like anything in Life, you cannot hold on too tight.
Just enough so you feel her; yet loosely for her to break free and run.
Intense is the short lived moment together.
All you have to share is this limited time; that is all.
Intimate, and it is over.
I am taken.
That my Passion lies in Nudes; the union fitting.
Slowly my style I am developing; perfecting.
I am delighted, but far from satisfied.
There is so much more that I want to express; I do not know how yet.
Now it is still so flat; lifeless and shallow.
Soon enough there will be spirit; emotion and depth.
I wish to convey the strength of feeling I held at the time.
Or, I want to bring the viewer back to a memory all his own.
21 JULY 2009
VANILLA NICKED
WATERCOLOR ON PAPER
We Had Him
by
Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind. Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure. Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his. We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us. And we laughed and stomped our feet for him. We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given. Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square. In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England we are missing Michael. But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
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REMEMBERING MICHAEL JACKSON
7 JUNE 2009
ACRYLIC ON PAPER
11X18
STILL LIFE PAINTING CLASS
GRADE : 97
I AM QUITE PLEASED WITH MY HOMEWORK FOR MY STILL LIFE PAINTING CLASS
STILL LIFE UNDONE
ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
14X16
BODY OF A WOMAN
PABLO NERUDA
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of a woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and the weariness follows, and the infinite ache.
