Art in the Heart

Publié le par La vache rose

My definition of art : imagination mixed with talent...

There is imaginations and people as talents,,, So you can imagine one time more, as difficult it has been for me to choose between the big quantity of pictures recorded in my computer since years...

Gratefully I am limited by the place (Overblog) to a hundred pictures : with 3 blogs... it's almost 300 art pictures that you are going to discover (less because of the quote of the day !).

You will see one more time Murciano with colors or black and white pictures and to be honest, I would like to give all the artists name, but it is just impossible, sorry.

For me, all is art... any word is a poem, any painting or drawing is a piece of art, any detail has means so much...

Some paintings looks like photography when some photographs look like paitings... All art is a mix as we can see the painting of Michel-Angelo in the Sixtin Chapel or even the Joconde in the Louvre (no pictures of thoses classicals here).

Without talking about poetry, dance, music, sculpture, and much more...

All have their place in this blog, and you will discover here, as soon as possible, some pictrures of " trompe l'oeil " (sham ?), architecture (with doors and windows), street art, and beautiful pictures about : men, women, kids, animals...

As said before, for me art is a mix of arts...

We used to say that the beauty is in the eye which is watching... and I can see beauty every where...

I tried by myself sone kinds of arts, but as I have no particular talent, I prefer to enjoy who has got... real genius...

Inspite of our daily quote, I will just add that there is some natural talent, innate... But all kinds of talents, innate ou tranmits are invaluable treasures.

An heritage for the whole humanity.

And as a picture talks more than a thousand word... Here you have got a little bit less than a hundred pictures but I invite you to discover the other ones in the frenche and the spanish page... without particular order.

Meuuuh

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