Archive for September, 2013

I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, for Jah provide the bread.
Is this love – is this love – is this love –
Is this love that I’m feelin’?
Is this love – is this love – is this love –
Is this love that I’m feelin’?
I wanna know – wanna know – wanna know now
I got to know – got to know – got to know now

I’m willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love you – I wanna love and treat – love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together- with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter-of my single bed
We’ll share the same room – for Jah provide the bread.

Is this love – is this love – is this love –
Is this love that I’m feelin’?
Is this love – is this love – is this love –
Is this love that I’m feelin’?
yes I know; yes I know – yes I know now
Yes I know; yes I know – yes I know now

I’m willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love ya, I wanna love and treat ya –
Love and treat ya right.
I wanna love you every day and every night
We’ll be together, with a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed
We’ll share the same room -Jah provide the bread.
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed.

This video analyzes Andy Warhol’s ‘Soup Cans’ and asks: Why is this Art? Looking at the comments on YouTube, you can see that people are divided on this: some say it’s art, others say that it isn’t.

Everyone has a right to their opinion. My opinion is that it is art. Why wouldn’t it be? Is it not a case of a person expressing himself visually? Just because the subject is ‘Soup Cans’ and not a vase of flowers on a table why is this somehow considered less “art” to some people? I guess some see it as some kind of “commercialization.”

I feel that sometimes people over analyze art and are too worried about what style it is, what genre it belongs to, or what the context is.

But my taste in art is very similar to my musical taste: If something sounds good and I like it; I don’t care if it’s Country, Metal, Hip-Hop, Reggae, etc.. If I like it, then I like it.

Like Jackson Pollock once said, “If people would just look at the paintings, I don’t think they would have any trouble enjoying them. It’s like looking at a bed of flowers, you don’t tear your hair out over what it means. “

Just enjoy.

-Roz Barron Abellera
http://www.EyeOfRoz.com

In my eyes,
Indisposed,
In disguise
As no one knows.
Hides the face,
Lies the snake,
And the sun
In my disgrace.
Boiling heat,
Summer stench.
‘Neath the black
The sky looks dead.
Call my name
Through the cream,
And I’ll hear you
Scream again.

Black hole sun,
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun,
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Stuttering,
Cold and damp,
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend.
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes,
Far too long
For snakes.

In my shoes,
A walking sleep,
And my youth
I pray to keep.
Heaven send Hell away,
No one
Sings like you anymore.

Black hole sun,
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun,
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won’t you come?

Black hole sun
Black hole sun

Hang my head,
Drown my fear,
Till you all just
Disappear…

Black hole sun,
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun,
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black hole sun,
Black hole sun,
Won’t you come?

Jackson Pollock is an interesting figure in art history. I find that people either love or hate his art. Myself, I find his art fun to look at. But I think he made a name for himself because he had the guts to do what he did, which was to go the far opposite extreme of representational art.

He threw away representation, form, and just went full on abstract. Usually, the ones willing to go the extreme are the ones who get noticed. Either way, I think he was a pioneer of experimental art. This is a good video about him.

-Roz Barron Abellera
http://www.EyeOfRoz.com

9/11 Tribute by Katie P.

Posted: September 11, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Never Forget

new camo

One of my friends who is an ex-Marine said to me, “I’m not really into art, but if you did a Camouflage painting I would buy it.” So I did it, and he bought it. But now I offer it to everyone else as a one of a kind print.

This artwork is also my tribute to my grandfather who fought in the World War, to all three of my brothers who served for our country, and to all current soldiers and veterans who gave everything they had for our freedom.

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/camouflage-military-tribute-roz-barron-abellera.html

-Roz Barron Abellera

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it’s over
Just hear this and then I’ll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you’ll ever know

This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can’t we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it’s just because I didn’t know you at all

Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry ’cause I know that in time
I’ll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say “no, this can’t happen to me,”
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn’t know him at all
You didn’t know him at all, oh, you didn’t know

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it’s over… it’s over

There’s the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well it’s my time coming, i’m not afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love,
But she cries to the clicking of time
Of time

Wait in the fire…

And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
Oh my love
And the rain is falling and i believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain
I might leave
Leave behind

Wait in the fire…

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I’m not afraid to go but it goes so slow