Shadow Shadow darkest shadow
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
Shadow shadow darkest shadow
Monday, November 8, 2021
Science that filled the moon with men
Science that filled the moon with men
Built planes rockets and flaming jets
Split the atom to countless shreds
Put empty dreams on bad men's heads
Could not duplicate a simple leaf
Or solace a man filled with grief
Clouds that filled the earth with rain
Filled wells rivers and mighty lakes
Was it the work of earthly heads
Or God's hand overhead
Science may harness a
million powers
Make greedy men its
earnest lovers
Make a few to rule many
Desperate fools without a
penny
But can they bend the Hands
of Time
That neither you, me nor
them can grind
No my friend they just can’t
All of us have to reach the Past.
RJX
Saturday, November 6, 2021
Saturday, October 30, 2021
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
Saturday, October 16, 2021
Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Saturday, September 4, 2021
The Kelani River
The idea came to me after seeing Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night (Rhone)". It shows stars shinning over the River Rhone, with the (gas) lights of the city reflecting in the river and two figures in the foreground. As far as I was concerned this painting was the most spectacular painting ever painted, and yet there seemed to be for the most part only different tones of two colors - Blue and Yellow. This for me was much better than van Gogh's more famous night paintings like "Cafe Terrace at Night" and "The Starry Night". For me, this painting explored areas of the human soul that we only see (and forget) when we dream at night. So I wanted to draw a similar Dream without in any way copying Van Gogh's painting.
Saturday, August 14, 2021
Friday, August 13, 2021
Monday, July 26, 2021
Saturday, June 19, 2021
Mahaweli River (The Great Sandy River)
Saturday, June 12, 2021
Tuesday, June 1, 2021
The Magic of Surrealism
I didn't study art
and am not an expert in it, so when I first saw Salvador Dali's paintings, I
was astounded and wondered what it was all about. Surrealism was an art and
literary movement that began in the 1920s. Its leader Andre Breton had earlier
worked in a hospital and had even met Sigmund Freud; perhaps it was this
meeting that got him interested in the study of the unconscious, for he founded
the Surrealist movement, which he considered a revolutionary movement.
Surrealism seeks to free the unconscious to express itself. The first technique
was automatic writing which Breton expressed in 1924 as pure psychic automatism
- by which the actual processes of thought could be expressed. It is the
dictation of thought free from control from reason and any aesthetic or moral
considerations. If this seems odd, it gets odder still when we view the
surrealist paintings. Everyone accepts that something illogical has no value,
but the objective of this movement is exactly this – to create unnerving,
illogical scenes to free the unconscious.
Amazed by what I saw and read about
Surrealism, I drew the landscape shown below following the strange theories of
the Surrealist. It was an enthralling experience. In an attempt to draw
realistic or impressive drawings and avoid mistakes, the artist sometimes loses
the thrill of drawing and painting, his output drops. However, in this new surrealist method I used, mistakes are modified or left as they are to make the
drawing more energetic, the artist finds the true purpose of art - to express
oneself and be happy.
A few years ago, I read a book by a
famous scientist. In it, he says that while fields like physics were truly
profound, artists pretend to have done something great by profoundly describing their work, even going to the extent of using extravagant names, when in reality, it was all nonsense. If that was so, I wondered why some artists'
work sells for hundreds of millions of dollars while this scientist's books
fetch him a relatively small amount. The reason for this is that there are at
least some instances when an artist can capture our imagination far more than a
famous physicist can, and when this happens, it's not called nonsense; it's
called magic.
Sunday, May 30, 2021
Mark Rothko - Short Story
Many years ago bad days descended upon me, whatever I did, however hard I tried I could not shake off the bad times. I tried to cheer myself up by watching a movie. The movie had artistic merit but had a slow, snail-like quality to it. Nothing much happened for most of the time then suddenly at the end the primary occupant's girlfriend marries someone else, as part of a great conspiracy. In despair I watched another movie in another language. After eight catchy songs and endless fistfights and grave conspiracies by mother in laws I decided that it would be better to more or less accept my fate and not try to change it.
Saturday, May 29, 2021
Sinclair Lewis
Sinclair Lewis was an American author. In 1930 Lewis was the first American to receive the Nobel Prize in literature. He had been awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1926 for "Arrowsmith", but declined it because he believed the standard for Pulitzer novel awards was too restrictive.
Lewis' novels often satirize stupidity, mediocrity, commercialism or bigotry in some phase of American life. "Main Street" (1920), his fourth novel but his first success, is about the intellectual and cultural poverty in a small midwestern town. The principle character in "Babbitt" (1922) is a businessman who is a typical "go-getter." The preacher in "Elmer Gantry" (1927) is more interested in building a successful career than in saving souls. Lewis was born in Sauk Centre, Minnesota, the son of a country doctor. While at Yale University he edited the college literary magazine. He interrupted his studies to work as a janitor in Upton Sinclair's socialist colony in Englewood, New Jersey. Later Lewis made a trip to Panama to look for work on the canal then being dug. In 1907 he returned to Yale to be graduated with a A.B. degree.
Lewis worked in a newspaper in Waterloo, Iowa, for a time. He spent six months in Carmel, California, with William Rose Bennet, trying free-lance writing but with little success. In 1910 he again went East. In Washington, he was editor of a magazine for teachers of the deaf, and in New York he became editor of a publishing house. He was married to Grace Hegger in 1914. While commuting to and from his Long Island home, Lewis wrote the greater part of "Our Mr. Wrenn (1914) and "The Trail of the Hawk (1915). Neither novel was successful, but in the meantime, Lewis was selling short stories to magazines. In 1916 he quit the publishing house to devote full time to writing.
In 1930 Lewis won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the first writer in the United States to receive the award. In his Nobel Lecture, Lewis praised Theodore Dreiser, Willa Cather, Ernest Hemingway and other contemporaries, but also lamented that "in America most of us - not readers alone, but even writers - are still afraid of any literature which is not a glorification of everything American, a glorification of faults as well as virtues," and that America is "the most contradictory, the most depressing, the most stirring, of any land in the world today. He also offered a profound criticism of the American literary establishment: "Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead."
Lewis died in Rome from advanced alcoholism on January 10, 1951, aged 65. William Shirer, a friend and admirer of Lewis, disputes accounts that Lewis died of alcoholism. He reported that Lewis had a heart attack and that his doctors advised him to stop drinking if he wanted to live. Lewis did not stop, and perhaps could not; he died when his heart stopped.
In summarising Lewis's career, Shirer concludes:
It has become rather commonplace for so-called literary critics to write off Sinclair Lewis as a novelist. Compared to...Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Dos Passos and Faulkner...Lewis lacked style. Yet his impact on modern American life...was greater than all the other four writers together.
Sunday, May 16, 2021
Saturday, May 15, 2021
Friday, May 14, 2021
Thursday, May 13, 2021
Vincent van Gogh - A short story
Many years ago, I was disappointed with where I was as a painter, it seemed I was going nowhere, horrible days lay ahead, and I decided to give up painting altogether and do something like hiking. It was an incredible experience but most people said I was half mad to do such a thing. Unfortunately people take a dull view of hiking in my country and during those troubled times hiking seemed a risky thing to do. So I gave up hiking as a pleasant but unattainable past time.
Monday, April 26, 2021
Wassily Kandinsky
Wassily Wassilyevich Kandinsky (1866-1944), was a Russian painter widely credited as the pioneer of abstract art. He felt that art should have no recognizable objects or forms, but rather should destroy reality in order to arrive at the underlying truth of existence. He called his spiritual desire for art “inner necessity”. Kandinsky studied law and economics at the University of Moscow, and was offered a professorship at the University of Dorpat, but he abandoned his career in 1896 at the age of 30, and went to Munich to study art. But before leaving Moscow, he saw an exhibit of paintings by Monet. It had a profound effect on him, and may have influenced his later venture into abstract art.
In 1896 Kandinsky settled in Munich, studying art at the Academy of Fine Arts. But he returned to Moscow in 1914. After the Russian Revolution he seemed to have been involved with Russian Marxist revolutionary Anotoly Lunacharsky, becoming an insider in the cultural administration. However because “his spiritual outlook was different to the argumentative materialism of Soviet society” he returned to Germany in 1920. There he taught art at the Bauhaus School until Hitler closed it down in 1933. He then moved to France producing some of his most prominent work until his death a few days before his 78th birthday.
Wassily Kandinsky was an early champion of abstract painting
and believed that abstract art could be used to express the “inner life” of the
artist. His favorite color was blue, and he believed that the circle was the
most peaceful shape and represents the human soul.
Friday, April 16, 2021
Thursday, April 15, 2021
Friday, April 9, 2021
Thursday, April 8, 2021
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
Tuesday, April 6, 2021
Sunday, April 4, 2021
One night I woke up
One night I woke up
The stars had wandered off
The sun was extinguished
The moon was but a small dark dot in the sky
What insignificant beings we are
But how much pain we cause
The stars may wander off
And the moon might be but a small dot in the sky
But Time for you
Has not stopped
For I see you walking
On the beaches of my poems
Alone in an Island
Sailing on ships that have long since stopped sailing
But if after reading this
Some other business intrudes
And my life is left to collect the dust
Let not time pass
Without a kind thought of your friend
R J X
Saturday, April 3, 2021
Friday, April 2, 2021
Saturday, March 27, 2021
Friday, March 26, 2021
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
To come ashore in an Island
To come ashore in an island
To seek the eyes that talk
To find it was nothing more than the
Islands dark night stars
Stars that speak in strange words
That I find hard to learn
To tell me things I almost knew
But now they make me yearn
They tell of a land of a million hopes
That will always go unfulfilled
Of young men who died in vain
To fulfill some old men's will
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Here along the beach lies sunken treasure
Here along the reef lies sunken treasure
Of men who sailed but did not measure
I seek to find it soon
Under eloquent stars and moon
I use starlight to navigate the seas
It will be in moonlight the treasure will be freed
Of foolish men who did not see
That numbers will ruin their destiny
I reach the treasure sailing east
But the stars disappear with my endless needs
I throw the treasure overboard
I need the stars to sail back home
The stars guide me to reach my Isle
I walk inland a hundred miles
I reach a jungle of a billion trees
But I came here for just one tree
Here in this jungle grows a hidden tree
That all the eyes in the world cannot see
I seek to find it soon
Before the sun seals my doom
What is gold but a ruthless thing
That kills more men than a useless king
But each atom in this wondrous tree
Has a magic in it that can cure all ills