Still Life

One of mine

I am a still life since you left me. (You said) our love was just a fling. I am a two-dimensional rendering of our three dimensional thing.

I am a still life in a time frame with no future but the past since you cast aside our canvas, then threw back your head and laughed.

I am a prisoner of the memories painted in chiaroscuro hues of good sex and fine wines and movies but where the hell are you?

I am a Caravaggio painting; darkened corners and decay. When you left with your pallets and brushes you took my life away.

I am still alive since you left me but I might was well be dead. Without you there’s no living; I am a still life like I said.

© Damian 22 ix 95 For Jerry

Today's Flickr photo with the most hits - this still life by Henri Fantin-Latour. You can stand - rapt - before it, if you visit the Art Institute, in Chicago. The sugar bowl... fabulous.

Today's poem: Caravaggio in Dumfries, by Tom Pow.

Today's Flickr photo with the most hits: taken in the Musee Toulouse Lautrec, Albi.

A still life, by Utter.

Today's Flickr photo with the most hits: a still life with fruit painted by Caravaggio (Biblioteca Ambrosiana, Milan).

Today's Flick photo with the most hits: this still life by Fantin-Latour, in the Art Institute, Chicago.

It was the sugar bowl, for me 🤩

Still Life

One of mine

I am a still life since you left me. (You said) our love was just a fling. I am a two-dimensional rendering of our three dimensional thing.

I am a still life in a time frame with no future but the past since you cast aside our canvas, then threw back your head and laughed.

I am a prisoner of the memories painted in chiaroscuro hues of good sex and fine wines and movies but where the hell are you?

I am a Caravaggio painting; darkened corners and decay. When you left with your palettes and brushes you took my life away.

I am still alive since you left me but I might was well be dead. Without you there’s no living; I am a still life like I said.

© Damian 22 ix 95 For Jerry

Dürer’s Hare

Madge Hales

Winged forepaws ease from sitting fur,

Spatulate whiskers question there

But merely in friendly enquiry,

His full plum eye is animal easy.

He breathes no quicker than the normal

His whole attitude is natural, formal,

Has dignity. The soft alerting ears

Set fingers stroking. Fears

Twitch there as you watch,

The jaws quicken, you catch

The buck of teeth. The nerved fur

Lifts to anticipate stir

And he who leaps is living hare

Yet remains on the page. Resettles there.

Still Life

One of mine from ages ago…

I am a still life since you left me. (You said) our love was just a fling. I am a two-dimensional rendering of our three dimensional thing.

I am a still life in a time frame with no future but the past since you cast aside our canvas, then threw back your head and laughed.

I am a prisoner of the memories painted in chiaroscuro hues of good sex and fine wines and movies but where the hell are you?

I am a Caravaggio painting; darkened corners and decay. When you left with your palettes and brushes you took my life away.

I am still alive since you left me but I might was well be dead. Without you there’s no living; I am a still life like I said.

© Damian 22 ix 95 For Jerry

Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits: a splendid still life by van der Ast. You can see it in the Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza in Madrid. 

Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits is of a detail from a still life by Van Gogh. You can wonder at its simplicity and power in person, if you visit the Art Institute in Chicago. 

Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits is this still life canvas by DE HEEM. You can see it in the Fine Arts Museum, Budapest.

Still Life

One of mine from ages ago...

I am a still life since you left me. (You said) our love was just a fling. I am a two-dimensional rendering of our three dimensional thing.

I am a still life in a time frame with no future but the past since you cast aside our canvas, then threw back your head and laughed.

I am a prisoner of the memories painted in chiaroscuro hues of good sex and fine wines and movies but where the hell are you?

I am a Caravaggio painting; darkened corners and decay. When you left with your palettes and brushes you took my life away.

I am still alive since you left me but I might was well be dead. Without you there’s no living; I am a still life like I said.

© Damian 22 ix 95 For Jerry

Today’s poem - this little gem by Carol Ann Duffy. Such simplicity and so evocative. Like a Hopper painting.

Still Life

One of mine..

I am a still life since you left me. (You said) our love was just a fling. I am a two-dimensional rendering of our three dimensional thing.

I am a still life in a time frame with no future but the past since you cast aside our canvas, then threw back your head and laughed.

I am a prisoner of the memories painted in chiaroscuro hues of good sex and fine wines and movies but where the hell are you?

I am a Caravaggio painting; darkened corners and decay. When you left with your pallets and brushes you took my life away.

I am still alive since you left me but I might was well be dead. Without you there’s no living; I am a still life like I said.

Today’s image with the most hits - this canvas by Georges Braque: you may find it in Birmingham City Art Gallery. 

Today's photo - a Renoir still life from the Kelvingrove Museum, Glasgow.