Day: November 8, 2023

Lady Rosa of Luxembourg by Sanja Ivekovic

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Lady Rosa of Luxembourg by Sanja Ivekovic

Lady Rosa of Luxembourg
2001
Sculpture
Bronze monument
Luxembourg City, Constitution Square

‘Lady Rosa of Luxembourg’ is considered Ivekovic’s most notable work. It is an altered reproduction of Luxembourg’s ‘Gëlle Fra’ and is a war memorial and national symbol dedicated to the Marxist philosopher and activist Rosa Luxembourg who was executed in 1919 for her radical political ideas. The accompanying plague, in English, German, and French, reads ‘Whore, Bitch, Madonna, Virgin;’ Resistance, Justice, Liberty,’ and ‘Kitsch, Culture, Capital, Art.’ The piece provoked uproar at the concept of Rosa Luxembourg being remembered as a real, multi-faceted woman, as opposed to an unobtainable ideal.

Sanja Ivekovic 1949-

Sanja Ivekovic
Body Art, Performance Art, Conceptual Art, Video Art, Photomontage
Born: 6 January 1949, Zagreb, Croatia
Nationality: Croatian

Iveković is a photographer, performer, sculptor, and installation artist. She is known for tackling issues such as female identity, media, consumerism, and political strife. As one of the leading artists from the former Yugoslavia, she continues to inspire many young artists

New Year’s morning by Kobayashi Issa

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Kobayashi Issa 1763-1828

New Year’s morning

New Year’s morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack

Kobayashi Issa
Born: 15 June 1763, Kashiwabara, Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Died: 5 January 1828, Shinano Province, Japan

Issa was a poet and lay Buddhist priest of the Jōdo Shinshū best known for his haiku poems and journals. Known simply as Issa, meaning a Cup-of-Tea, he is considered one of the ‘Great Four’ haiku masters in Japan

Chaffing Sore

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Chaffing Sore
Form: Italian Sonnet

One sip has silenced babbling crowds tonight
and all I hear are whispers call me ‘Miss’
in rowdy bars that reek of aging piss
among the crashing glass and hazy light,
where turpitude and sin can seem so right
this world becomes an underground abyss
in whisky shots, I often reminisce,
the drunken hags still looking for a fight.

Inside my heart lies broken, cursed by love,
no gentle words repair the chaffing sore
but whisky’s liquor numbs the endless pain.
No answers found when it’s love I think of
and close my eyes from seeing anymore,
for love that once was bliss is now my bane

©JezzieG2023

Take Five by Dave Brubeck

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Dave Brubeck 1920-2012

Take Five
1959
Jazz

Dave Brubeck
Jazz
Born: 6 December 1920, California, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 5 December 2012, Connecticut, USA

Brubeck was a jazz pianist and composer, regarded as one of the foremost exponents of cool jazz. His music is characterized by unusual time signatures and the superimposing of contrasting rhythms, meters, and tonalities

A Year in the Life – Day 8

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Day 8
Prompt: Celebrate Creativity

Hi Nigel

The rain is holding off so here we are at Plaum’s Pit. Beneath are feet it is soggy and squishy as we make our way to the path that trails around the lake. You point out the vacated nests in the trees. Mother Nature’s work for the year is done and the fledglings are now out there growing up in readiness for next spring.

The empty nests of autumn do bring it home that creativity is happening all around us. This is the powerful wonder we feel as creative artists. Yes, Nigel, I think you are right there. Seeing an idea grow and develop into a final result is an awesome feeling. I am getting a real sense you are a soul of nature today. My turn to grin.

The Pit is quiet today, it is always quiet as it can only be accessed on foot which makes it a bit special as it is not invaded by cars like most other places. We are at the bench I had placed in memory of our dad. It looks over my favourite fishing peg and has a lovely view across the lake. Some coots have spotted us as a source of some extra food. I think it’s the family group that would come by in the summer when the young were fluffy cootlings.

Watching them chase after corn kernels is such fun. You spot a carp coming up for a free feed too. Typical as they are never about when I throw a line out. But that’s not why I like fishing here. I point to a tree a bit further on – sometimes the kingfishers dive from there. Yes, that’s why I like this peg, you guessed right.

As we continue walking you pick up some fallen pine cones, such a beautifully designed thing for the carrying of seeds. I suppose you are right, creative arts keep us in touch with Mother Nature, I’ve never thought about it that way.

I do like your thinking, Nigel. See you tomorrow

©JezzieG2023