Paintbrush splotches that don’t look like anything. Mismatched sentences. Cut and paste, cover in color, mix, toss, jumble. Doesn’t make any sense. Melting clocks, colored cellophane, autumn leaves when I’m not wearing my glasses.
This distorted view I try to dismiss from sight, yet it stays. Haunting me and my every move. It contorts itself into my greatest fear. I look myself in the eye and scream. Oh oh oh, how I wish to leave this mess. Wish to leave forever. But I am a prisoner of myself, for now I will stay. And I will obey like the good little girl I am.
I like thinking differently. I have one friend who understands me. She thinks differently, too. Combined, our thinking could do great things. Or bad things. Our abstract minds can think themselves without questioning authorities. Watch out, different can be dangerous.
A
Art can give you the freedom to express yourself however you want to. One of the best techniques or styles that can be utilized is abstract art. Picasso. Yeah.
Life keeps moving,
whether you want it to
or not.
Life is an abstract thing.
No other animal
really thinks too much about it.
They go on their day,
eating and breeding
and sleeping in the shade
under the moonlight,
not contemplating anything
besides not getting eaten.
If we were to lay in the shade
in the moonlight,
we would think about life.
The abstractness,
disjointedness of our thoughts
and our opinions,
our feelings and emotions
contrasting
like melted metal
against ice cold water.
We ponder away
our life,
and the beautiful things
we see in the world.
I feel as messed up and all over the place as an abstract painting. I’m all swirled around inside and I have no thoughts. All my places are different and I want closure. I’m way behind in life and I have trouble catching up.
When I looked at it, I had to squint to see the sun rise above the round horizon. It was green, with shining red rays like liquid fire from the center of a healthy earth. Can you see the prancing creatures in the yellow grasses, leaping through the holes in the clouds? Can you? Can you?
Oh don’t say that my words confuse you beyond belief!
It is your fault for not expanding your mind to encompass my meaning,
My thoughts are treasured gold, and on paper, it is magnificently spread ink,
Is still jealousy when you say it is worthless?
Please, this is a pearl n your sea of sands.
It’s a bit like saying something, but not really meaning anything, only you really are. Every time that something is “abstract” it means something, but doesn’t make sense at first. You sometimes have to go with your first instinct on it, and that can be difficult. I’ve never been good with it, since every time I write there’s some meaning behind it, so that it always gets clearly read by those who read it. In poems, I practically blurt out what I want to say… subtly is not easy to come by, except in my spoken words…
unknown, completely out there. complex. Life is abstract – nothing is set in stone. Just when you think you know something it get more complex. You find out there’s a lot more to it. paradoxical.
Peony
Most thing visualized deep in my mind appear rather abstract once expressed in more tangible ways. How is it that although we see so clear, it becomes nearly impossible to portray?
short quick to the point main idea no fluff difficult to undestand not concrete professional journals one paragraph only the most importa nt ideas lets uoou
Karen
Abstract doesn’t necessarily mean that you are taking something.
It can also mean you are helping something escape by abstracting them
So that they would not get hurt or so that they can live a better life.
Abstracting can be a good thing
But it can also be a bad thing if it is use with a dark intention.
You might think I’m talking about something serious
But seriously I’m not
I’m only talking about extracting juice from the fruit ;D
Unclear. Picasso. Is that an eye or a nose or a fire hydrant? Is it more meaningful because it can be all of those things? More powerful? Or emotional? Elephant.
Si
The title abstract indicated the house was purchased in March – sometime before spring, in cash. There was little else to note about the exchange, except that the widow continued to sign her name as Mrs. Steven Harrison.
I never understood abstract. I mean I get it, but I don’t know how to “do” it. Does the artist know what it means? Are they supposed to? Why can’t I just come up with some random shit, call it abstract, and hope it has inherent meaning? I mean, if the meaning is left up to the viewer, should the artist even know what they’re trying to say?
I looked at the artwork that was framed on the wall and tilted my head to one side.
“I don’t like it.” I declared. “I want it down.”
“But it’s the newest style to have!” Mary declared, looking flustered.
delilah
Not easily explained or conceptualized.
Marie
“Keep between the lines and we’ll have lovely colouring in, won’t we children? That’s a pretty picture Megan. And you too George. Oh Pablo, what have I told you – go to the back of the class.”
“But Miss, it’s abstract.”
“No it isn’t, you’re just a very messy little boy.”
I want something abstract!
Full of color and life
A picture of an exotic animal in a forest
Mabye a lion or cheater, or wild cat
when I wake up I’ll feel chills up my spine.
UNCERTAIN, I don’t know if I should scream or should I stare
Everything in my room is abstract
Wild prints and stacks of phonebooks that I collect
Thousand and thousand of papers
phone bill, report card, college open house
what’s next
Shoes and thousand of purse that I protect
tantaneia Bryant
I love abstract art but I really appreciate an abstract mind that sees things beyond the normal and challenges the abstract of life.
Dlc
What might happen hasn’t happened yet. I am stuck in the concrete of my existence. Useless plans and scenario’s are floated like abstract IPO’s. The due diligence and verifications are done but the investors haven’t shown up.
I am the cheese. I have no idea what that means or what I’m really referencing, but does it matter? It’s saying, for me anyway, that I’m not normal. No one should be normal. What an awful thing to be. I hope I’m never described as average or normal or plain. I want to be that girl with the small voice and big eyes and the one who’s looking to change the world.
thoughts on abstract aren’t nearly as obtuse as they should be. That’s the only thought that ran through Jame’s head when he realized he must break up with his artist girlfriend at her own event. Maybe it’s time for something more real and less fiction.
Nick
Abstract
Where I most appreciate the abstract is in fashion design. I love to see the oddities that some designers come up with and wonder how the models even know how to don the outfits. I love that sometimes these abstract pieces of clothing are seen more as moving piece of art than as any item of apparel that an everyday person would consider wearing.
It is what I feel and not what I see. You look at it, read it, and you know exactly what I mean even though we may both come up with different conclusions to itz problem. It is horrifically beautiful and that is all that matters to us. It is not what I see or what he sees but what we all feel when we observe its transfixed structures and features.
A term to describe something that isn’t technically concrete or easily describable, such as a concept or art. Basically, if you have no way to explain something, you call it abstract. But it can be profound too. Abstract isn’t a miscellaneous category for things we cannot explain.
Lalemu
It is what I feel and not what I see. You look at it, read it, and you know exactly what I mean even though we may both come up with different conclusions to itz problem. It is horrifically beautiful and that is all that matters to us.
Jazmine
The abstract shapes jumbled together in my mind. My senses honed in on the figure standing behind me. He is a block I thought. A crude, poorly angled block made of squares and out of wood. Yes, solid wood.
I walk into a dark room full of beautiful masterpieces. I can see all the colors I know contrasting with the darkness of the room. I cannot tell what it is exactly but I love It. Abstract, I think.
Gaby
Take a look out your window.
There are trees, cars, birds, grass.
Mix them together. The trees have wings,
the birds have wheels, the grass is blue,
the cars sway in the wind. Our minds
can picture these things. We can create.
it’s abstract the way it happened the way it is the way I hope it continues it’s not right it’s not normal or practical or anything else anyone would think it was but it’s natural it’s fitting it’s normal to us it makes sense in a still really confusing way and because of that I’m ok with the fact that it’s abstract
He’s a shape-shifter. Crawling out of my mirror onto the floor, eyes on his feet and ready to fly. Searching for me with his toes and eating my insides with his nails.
Paintbrush splotches that don’t look like anything. Mismatched sentences. Cut and paste, cover in color, mix, toss, jumble. Doesn’t make any sense. Melting clocks, colored cellophane, autumn leaves when I’m not wearing my glasses.
This distorted view I try to dismiss from sight, yet it stays. Haunting me and my every move. It contorts itself into my greatest fear. I look myself in the eye and scream. Oh oh oh, how I wish to leave this mess. Wish to leave forever. But I am a prisoner of myself, for now I will stay. And I will obey like the good little girl I am.
I like thinking differently. I have one friend who understands me. She thinks differently, too. Combined, our thinking could do great things. Or bad things. Our abstract minds can think themselves without questioning authorities. Watch out, different can be dangerous.
Art can give you the freedom to express yourself however you want to. One of the best techniques or styles that can be utilized is abstract art. Picasso. Yeah.
Life keeps moving,
whether you want it to
or not.
Life is an abstract thing.
No other animal
really thinks too much about it.
They go on their day,
eating and breeding
and sleeping in the shade
under the moonlight,
not contemplating anything
besides not getting eaten.
If we were to lay in the shade
in the moonlight,
we would think about life.
The abstractness,
disjointedness of our thoughts
and our opinions,
our feelings and emotions
contrasting
like melted metal
against ice cold water.
We ponder away
our life,
and the beautiful things
we see in the world.
ok.
I feel as messed up and all over the place as an abstract painting. I’m all swirled around inside and I have no thoughts. All my places are different and I want closure. I’m way behind in life and I have trouble catching up.
This concept is too abstract to write about. I’m going to go have some spaghetti, kthx.
When I looked at it, I had to squint to see the sun rise above the round horizon. It was green, with shining red rays like liquid fire from the center of a healthy earth. Can you see the prancing creatures in the yellow grasses, leaping through the holes in the clouds? Can you? Can you?
Oh don’t say that my words confuse you beyond belief!
It is your fault for not expanding your mind to encompass my meaning,
My thoughts are treasured gold, and on paper, it is magnificently spread ink,
Is still jealousy when you say it is worthless?
Please, this is a pearl n your sea of sands.
It’s a bit like saying something, but not really meaning anything, only you really are. Every time that something is “abstract” it means something, but doesn’t make sense at first. You sometimes have to go with your first instinct on it, and that can be difficult. I’ve never been good with it, since every time I write there’s some meaning behind it, so that it always gets clearly read by those who read it. In poems, I practically blurt out what I want to say… subtly is not easy to come by, except in my spoken words…
unknown, completely out there. complex. Life is abstract – nothing is set in stone. Just when you think you know something it get more complex. You find out there’s a lot more to it. paradoxical.
Most thing visualized deep in my mind appear rather abstract once expressed in more tangible ways. How is it that although we see so clear, it becomes nearly impossible to portray?
short quick to the point main idea no fluff difficult to undestand not concrete professional journals one paragraph only the most importa nt ideas lets uoou
Abstract doesn’t necessarily mean that you are taking something.
It can also mean you are helping something escape by abstracting them
So that they would not get hurt or so that they can live a better life.
Abstracting can be a good thing
But it can also be a bad thing if it is use with a dark intention.
You might think I’m talking about something serious
But seriously I’m not
I’m only talking about extracting juice from the fruit ;D
Unclear. Picasso. Is that an eye or a nose or a fire hydrant? Is it more meaningful because it can be all of those things? More powerful? Or emotional? Elephant.
The title abstract indicated the house was purchased in March – sometime before spring, in cash. There was little else to note about the exchange, except that the widow continued to sign her name as Mrs. Steven Harrison.
I never understood abstract. I mean I get it, but I don’t know how to “do” it. Does the artist know what it means? Are they supposed to? Why can’t I just come up with some random shit, call it abstract, and hope it has inherent meaning? I mean, if the meaning is left up to the viewer, should the artist even know what they’re trying to say?
What the fuck is that?? It looks like nothing.
The abstract abbey is not too shabby.
lol
I looked at the artwork that was framed on the wall and tilted my head to one side.
“I don’t like it.” I declared. “I want it down.”
“But it’s the newest style to have!” Mary declared, looking flustered.
Not easily explained or conceptualized.
“Keep between the lines and we’ll have lovely colouring in, won’t we children? That’s a pretty picture Megan. And you too George. Oh Pablo, what have I told you – go to the back of the class.”
“But Miss, it’s abstract.”
“No it isn’t, you’re just a very messy little boy.”
I want something abstract!
Full of color and life
A picture of an exotic animal in a forest
Mabye a lion or cheater, or wild cat
when I wake up I’ll feel chills up my spine.
UNCERTAIN, I don’t know if I should scream or should I stare
Everything in my room is abstract
Wild prints and stacks of phonebooks that I collect
Thousand and thousand of papers
phone bill, report card, college open house
what’s next
Shoes and thousand of purse that I protect
I love abstract art but I really appreciate an abstract mind that sees things beyond the normal and challenges the abstract of life.
What might happen hasn’t happened yet. I am stuck in the concrete of my existence. Useless plans and scenario’s are floated like abstract IPO’s. The due diligence and verifications are done but the investors haven’t shown up.
I am the cheese. I have no idea what that means or what I’m really referencing, but does it matter? It’s saying, for me anyway, that I’m not normal. No one should be normal. What an awful thing to be. I hope I’m never described as average or normal or plain. I want to be that girl with the small voice and big eyes and the one who’s looking to change the world.
thoughts on abstract aren’t nearly as obtuse as they should be. That’s the only thought that ran through Jame’s head when he realized he must break up with his artist girlfriend at her own event. Maybe it’s time for something more real and less fiction.
Abstract
Where I most appreciate the abstract is in fashion design. I love to see the oddities that some designers come up with and wonder how the models even know how to don the outfits. I love that sometimes these abstract pieces of clothing are seen more as moving piece of art than as any item of apparel that an everyday person would consider wearing.
It is what I feel and not what I see. You look at it, read it, and you know exactly what I mean even though we may both come up with different conclusions to itz problem. It is horrifically beautiful and that is all that matters to us. It is not what I see or what he sees but what we all feel when we observe its transfixed structures and features.
A term to describe something that isn’t technically concrete or easily describable, such as a concept or art. Basically, if you have no way to explain something, you call it abstract. But it can be profound too. Abstract isn’t a miscellaneous category for things we cannot explain.
It is what I feel and not what I see. You look at it, read it, and you know exactly what I mean even though we may both come up with different conclusions to itz problem. It is horrifically beautiful and that is all that matters to us.
The abstract shapes jumbled together in my mind. My senses honed in on the figure standing behind me. He is a block I thought. A crude, poorly angled block made of squares and out of wood. Yes, solid wood.
I walk into a dark room full of beautiful masterpieces. I can see all the colors I know contrasting with the darkness of the room. I cannot tell what it is exactly but I love It. Abstract, I think.
Take a look out your window.
There are trees, cars, birds, grass.
Mix them together. The trees have wings,
the birds have wheels, the grass is blue,
the cars sway in the wind. Our minds
can picture these things. We can create.
fuzzy focus; mind-warped remembrance; dream-like; non-linear camera……
it’s abstract the way it happened the way it is the way I hope it continues it’s not right it’s not normal or practical or anything else anyone would think it was but it’s natural it’s fitting it’s normal to us it makes sense in a still really confusing way and because of that I’m ok with the fact that it’s abstract
you are squares and triangles and circles that don’t fit in to my less than mathematically laid out life.
He’s a shape-shifter. Crawling out of my mirror onto the floor, eyes on his feet and ready to fly. Searching for me with his toes and eating my insides with his nails.