Category Archives: Art

Buddha Cat



When my friends John and Cleo and their housemate  Jay all passed away within a year of each other, John’s son asked me to choose something from their house to remember them by. This little Egyptian blue Buddhacat was what I chose. He sits guarding my catfood in my kitty bodega.

For City Sonnet: Egyptian Blue

WDYS 154 – Tools and the Man, Oct 9, 2022

 

I can’t see tools without thinking of my husband Bob who had every tool on earth. Here is a poem I wrote about him. It’s been on my blog before so hope this is acceptable. Click on this link to read the poem:  https://judydykstrabrown.com/2016/11/27/you-have-become-the-art-you-lived-for/

Here is a photo of him at his happiest, in the studio creating:

For What Do You See Prompt

Agastopia (For Bob)

Agastopia*
(For Bob)

At my dear departed husband’s behest,
my ode extols the female breast.
In a dream world of his making,
breasts on beaches would be baking,
naked in the sun, to gold,
then, unashamed, to brown and bold.

No petty thoughts would cloud his mind,
his excitation, an artful kind,
and as he paints or sculpts or molds,
each scoop of plasticine he holds,
will take a shape of his devising,
as he works, his hands revising

all that God and nature wrought,
their perfect beauty therein caught.
While some malinger at their tasks,
a breast is all my true love asks—
to do what nature first has done
and duplicate them, one by one.

 

*Agastopia is the admiration of a particular body part.

 

Prompts today are dream world, petty, malinger, revise, excited and agastopia (the fetishestic admiration of a specific body part.)

Forgottenman reminded me of this post of more of Bob’s sculptures: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2019/07/12/mentor/

 

A Weighty Oddity

For Sam’s “A New Kind of Challenge” Prompt he asks us to publish a photo of something odd in our house that weighs a lot. This life-sized lady sits in my front garden in front of my entrance door. I show her here with a couple of different lap “bouquets.”  I’ve shown a photo of her recently but she meets the criteria, so here she is again. Carved of solid cantera stone by a local artist, she is probably my heaviest unusual object other than my house itself. Will this do, Sam? If this doesn’t meet your criteria for oddness, I’ll try again.

Favorite Finds

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For the Favorite Finds Prompt

Memories of Times Past: Art Challenge #7

This piece composed of a painted metal retablo box, silver leaf, watch and clock parts, fragments of old documents, peacock feathers, a milagro, silver charms, a ceramic face and a print of a painting by an artist whose name I’ve forgotten—perhaps Rudolfo Morales—was one of my favorites. It sold long ago and I don’t remember its title, so I have named it what I would name it if I had just made it. Perhaps it was the original name.. We’ll never know.

Art Challenge #6: Sacred Spaces, The Kitchen

I’ve been falling behind on my posting for my friend Linda Levy’s Art Challenge to post ten examples of my art. The piece is one of a series of six depicting sacred spaces of women.
THE KITCHEN

Juguetes: Art Challenge #5

Juguetes
(Play Things)

I snapped the central picture of this retablo in the home of Rudolfo Moralez, a famous Oaxacan painter now deceased.  It was a very large doll, sitting in a nicho on the stairwell up to his studio. It had obviously been exposed to the elements and in fact was breaking open.  For years, I tried to think of an association to begin a retablo dedicated to this wonderful man, as well as to the image itself.  Finally, the image won out. Toys and elements of board games old and new surround her image. The blue rectangle with the silver star on it under the silver-leafed toy horse is a harmonica. That may give you some idea of the scale of the piece.

My friend Linda Levy challenged me to post a different photo of my art each day for ten days. I’ve skipped a few days thanks to a faulty memory, but here, at last, is day 5!!

 

Pierced Dove

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Pierced Dove

Art historians aver
and modern artists would concur
her paintings are a visual feast
inspired by the dreadful beast
that consumed her from within.
She painted it time and again.
Her sketches were a handbook of
pain of body and of love.
The thorn, the arrow, the pierced heart—
the years together and apart—
her happiness oft on the wing
prompts the cash register’s cha-ching
more than sixty years since she
finally set her spirit free,
leaving part of her unfurled
in paint, on canvas, for the world.

This is the piece I did for an exhibition in Mexico City honoring the 100th year since Frida’s birth. Its title is “Painterminable” (Pain, Painter Interminable.) I was very honored to be one of two non-Mexicans invited to exhibit. It coincided with a retrospective of her work. Sorry that my piece is so much larger than two of hers. I wanted to exhibit all three of her works as a gallery. Click on them to enlarge them. 

Prompt words today are cha-ching, handbook, sketches, aver and feast.