Showing posts with label Birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthday. Show all posts
Wow !
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New portrait of me by
Marcin Bondarowicz (*)
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The technique is incredible.
I'm looking better than in real life!
Marcin Bondarowicz (*)
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The technique is incredible.
I'm looking better than in real life!
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Thank you, Marcin.
That's another unique
birthday present!
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That's another unique
birthday present!
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(*) Marcin Bondarowicz is a professional Polish cartoonist and illustrator. He is also a specialized painter and photographer. He was born in 1976 in Starachowice, Poland. He lives now in Poland as a freelance artist. He regularly publishes his cartoons on several Websites and collaborates with a wide range of magazines and newspapers. Read his full bio
.Breathing Art
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Breathing Art Again
By Mark Prime
Ceaselessly giving.
Art opens inward
The generous spirit of the heart.
Art widens the eyes,
The soul,
Then seeks you within it.
Rigid and hot,
It needs freedom, faith
To consider where it’s taken you,
Like dipping your mind’s brush
Into the cleansing water,
Thoughts swim, breathing like fish.
Now given to, submerged,
Bathed in the shape of it,
What wrangles your soul?
If you find your breath full...
Think not of the artist’s truth,
Think but of your own;
Spirit and the heart of hope
Weep
And question why…
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
By Mark Prime
Ceaselessly giving.
Art opens inward
The generous spirit of the heart.
Art widens the eyes,
The soul,
Then seeks you within it.
Rigid and hot,
It needs freedom, faith
To consider where it’s taken you,
Like dipping your mind’s brush
Into the cleansing water,
Thoughts swim, breathing like fish.
Now given to, submerged,
Bathed in the shape of it,
What wrangles your soul?
If you find your breath full...
Think not of the artist’s truth,
Think but of your own;
Spirit and the heart of hope
Weep
And question why…
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
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Thank you guys, that was
a great birthday gift! :)
a great birthday gift! :)
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"There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot,
but there are others who, thanks to their art and intelligence,
transform a yellow spot into the sun." (Pablo Piccaso)
but there are others who, thanks to their art and intelligence,
transform a yellow spot into the sun." (Pablo Piccaso)
Teach me to paint!
Teach me to paint the sun like you, daddy!
It’s better that your life be painted first, my child,
Teach me to paint the sun like you, daddy!
It’s better that your life be painted first, my child,
And from its color you might then paint the sun.
You mean like you?
No… I mean like you.
You mean like you?
No… I mean like you.
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
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Thank you dear Mark for creating such beautiful
and unexpected poem and photomontage for my birthday!
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Thank you dear Mark for creating such beautiful
and unexpected poem and photomontage for my birthday!
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