Showing posts with label Pablo Picasso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pablo Picasso. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Meet Bobert (089/365)

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“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

Pablo Picasso (Spanish Artist and Painter. 1881-1973)

TIME:  5:42 PM
PLACE:  Backyard
SUBJECT:  Paper-mâché sculpture

”Bobert is my awesome art project I made in 2nd quarter. He was so good my art teacher kept him in the display case all 3rd quarter. I loved Art. Now I’m in Music. Yaya.” – DramaQueen

(Note:  I received an emergency text from DQ as she was on the afternoon bus, that I needed to go to the junior high school and pick up her art project – Any 2nd quarter art project needed to be picked up to make room for those made during the 3rd quarter.  If the projects were not retrieved by Friday afternoon, they would be thrown out.  Being the wonderful mother that I am, I complied with her request.)

Friday, October 15, 2010

Sun Flower (288/365)

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“There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who, with the help of their art and intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun.”

Pablo Picasso (Spanish Artist and Painter. 1881-1973)

TIME:  3:38 PM
PLACE:  Front porch
SUBJECT:  Chrysanthemum

The gigantic mum that I purchased a few weeks ago and placed in the planter on the front porch is now covered in blooms.  The color spectrum on the flowers from rust to yellow is simply amazing.  It has such happy colors; every time I look at it, I can’t help but smile.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Rocking Horse (334/365)

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Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

Pablo Picasso (Spanish artist, painter, draughtsman, and sculptor.1881-1973)

TIME:  10:26 PM
PLACE:  The living room
SUBJECT:  Wooden rocking horse ornament

I must have painted this back in 1971 or 1972, when I was about 4 or 5 years old.  My mom purchased a wooden paint-by-numbers ornament kit and allowed me and my brothers to choose and paint one ornament.  Mom ended up “correcting” my brothers’ efforts, but apparently my attempt was completely unsalvageable.  She must have loved it as only a mother could, because she hung it on the tree every year.  I moved out of my parents house in 1993 and during my first Christmas in my new home, Mom gave me my artistic masterpiece so it could adorn my own tree.  Every year, I hang it with honor.