Drawn To It

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out and take pictures of art, the kind of art that people leave on the sides of walls and in bus stop shelters and sometimes on the sidewalk I don’t know what I’m hoping to see.

I guess I’m looking for a story.

I guess I’m looking for answers, for inspiration, maybe even a little mystery.

In the message left behind by the artists I guess I’m looking for my own way to be heard.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Post Prompt: Magnet

2nd Ave Extension South, Pioneer Square

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Found Art- these are painted on a wall in an alley.

Unless you are on foot and  go down the alley you can’t really see the artwork that pops up there- so I like to check it out to see what’s new.

This is the best show yet.

amm

January 16, 2017

Seattle, Washington

USA

A World Of Octobers

 

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No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
John Donne
Elegy IX–The Autumnal

 

 

railway-autumnI’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

 

-autumn-fallI cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks

Devil’s Food Cake

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

Cake

 

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I’d  like to take take my demons

and bake them into a cake

I’d ice them in creamy frosting

I’d serve them on a plate

 

People who made me sad would fork them

and crunch them between their teeth

Anyone who was made me cross would say

“This is so yummy, what’s your recipe?”

 

I’d drop my plate on the floor

I’d keep my fork in my hand

I’d point it at their eye and say

” Do you have to ask?”

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Edvard Munch

 

We Are Stories

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt:

Learning

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Today I was at the Frye Museum in Seattle taking in the Chronicles of Solitude: Masterworks by Vilhelm Hammershøi from SMK—The National Gallery of Denmark when in the main Gallery ( no trip to the Frye is complete without visiting my favorite paintings )

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I got to watch an artist at work- I love to watch people create art- it’s like when I write, I really don’t mind having someone watching the words go from my brain to my fingers to the screen- or notebook.

Stories are meant to be shared, right?

So should the experience.

When I watched the Artist at the Museum, she became the subject of my art- in the photos I took and in the post I’m writing.

I watched her look from the painting on the wall, she looked at her own canvas and stroke by stroke I watched her recreate what she was looking at.

Writing is like that- letter by letter I recreate what I see and hear too. It’s not as simple as putting the words together- you have to be standing in the right spot, you have to chose the right color, the light has to be right- and if they come together you get a picture.

I told Luis as we watched the young woman at work on her painting-

” Sometimes I think to myself, if someone had given me the choice- you can either be a writer or an artist which would you choose?”

I have never been able to answer that question.

Vilhelm Hammershøi
Vilhelm Hammershøi

Today I learned to appreciate my own gift for writing- there’s this great thing that happens when I see a story in my head- I can put together words and phrases and a story appears.

I forgot until I watched the Artist at work today how much work it is, how much of yourself you have to put into what you do, how magical the experience is.

 

The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms

Muriel Rukeyse

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Art Walkers

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When I go out on my Art Walks, my favorite artwalk companion is my dog, Hamish Macbeth:

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Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I know that when most people go on Art Walks, cheese and wine are involved.

My idea of a an Art Walk is me grabbing Hamish’s leash and telling him, ” Come on Hamish, let’s go find us some art.”

Art, as you know is everywhere- it’s  in a weather worn fence, a carefully designed garden or a yard gone wild.

What I like about taking my art walks with that when I see art, Hamish doesn’t look at it and say, ” Gee, I don’t know if I’d call that art.”

He just looks at  it, sniffs it, licks it and walks away.

Art can be art and I can enjoy it, absorb it and take a picture.

It is what it is.

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This is the Art me and Hamish found this weekend. It’s sort of related to the art I found last weekend.

Here it is:

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“Dinosaur”
Photo: A.M Moscoso " Abstract In Chalk"
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” Abstract In Chalk”

And this is my favorite:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso " The Warning "
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” The Warning “

I felt like Indiana Jones, walking around this play field looking for Chalk art. When I found it I was pretty excited. Like I discovered something important before it disappeared.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is what I’ve learned about Art on my walks with Hamish Macbeth:

Art is everywhere and it’s in everything- you just have to be willing to let it happen in you head without telling it what it is- but the licking and sniffing part- I’d leave that part of the experience out.

amm