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Tag Archives: painting
Christina’s World
Through valid struggle, promise harboring burden– there’s no place like home.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Wyeth, christina's world, haiku, home, John Biscello, landscape, painting, poem, Poetry, struggle
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Fairy Tale
A fugitive spell, as silence tells a story– Once upon a time…
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bus, edward hopper, fairy tale, haiku, hat, John Biscello, painting, poem, Poetry, woman
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Crossing
The solitary spectral figure gliding smoothly across the plane of sea, validated the woman’s faith in her blunt decision to leave off, unfinished, far from the unlit days of a life unsown.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, impressionism, John Biscello, Literary, painting, poem, Poetry, sea
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Autumn in New York (Remix)
On the day October exploded over the city, an entire month spilling its guts to the grafitti of mass agitation, the trains stopped running, streets went dark, hobgoblins rose to the occasion, as did cryptic totems and obelisks which suddenly … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Abstract Expressionism, autumn, autumn rhythm, city, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, modern art, New York, painting, Poetry
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Volume by White
The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chinese ink, Chua ek Kay, cicada, John Biscello, Literary, painting, poem, singapore, song of cicada, volume
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Silent Voices
Review of Linda Stojak’s exhibition “Silent Voices.” “The female subjects comprising Silent Voices seem to exist in a haunted chrysalis state, or embryonic purgatory. Their faces, ashen swabs which are kin to Di Chirico’s faceless enigmas, suggest not only the … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, exhibition, John Biscello, LewAllen galleries, linda stojak, New York, painting, Review, riot material, Santa Fe, women
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Yellow is the Color of my Sad
Yellow is the color of my sad, how it runs. Some think it is blue but it is not. Blue is the common choice for color/me/sad, the popular one (how moods get typecast), but yellow is much sadder than blue, … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged abstract, Blue, grief, John Biscello, Literary, Mark Rothko, painting, Poetry, sad, Yellow
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