Foggy Park for a Simple Sunday with Artist Leonid Afermov
Welcome Once more to Simple Sunday!
Today we bring you an artist from
Playa del Carmen, Mexico for
your poetic muse!
Please let me introduce you to the artist
and his work,
Leonid Afremov
I’m a professional artist. I paint with palette knife with oil on canvas.
Art is my life and I paint every single day. it makes me happy to
see people enjoying my art. God gave me a gift of being able to paint good
and I thank him for that everyday buy painting and having my art affordable to buy.
I was born in city of Vitebsk in 1955. Amazingly enough I was born in the same
town as Marc Chagall, the famous artist who also founded the Vitebsk Art School along
with Malevich & Kandinsky. I graduated from Vitebsk Art School in 1978 and is
one of the elite members.
I tried different techniques during my career, but I especially fell in love with painting
with oil and pallette-knife. Every artwork is the result of long painting process; every canvas
is born during the creative search; every painting is full of my inner world.
Each of my paintings brings different moods, colors and emotions.
I love to express the beauty, harmony and spirit of this world in my paintings.
My heart is completely open to art. Thus, I enjoy creating inspired and beautiful paintings
from the bottom of my soul. Each of my artworks reflects my feelings, sensitivity, passion,
and the music from my soul. True art is alive and inspired by humanity. I believe that
art helps us to be free from aggression and depression.
http://leonidafremov.deviantart.com/
Please use the following selected art piece
By Leonid Afremov
For your poetry inspiration today
“Foggy Park”
Take a small journey into the art world of Leonid Afremov…
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Simple Sunday!
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Let us know if you Liked today’s art!
I’m looking forward to our time again
for sharing next week!
One Summer Dream
~Cynthia~
I hope everyone finds this art piece truly inspiring! I can’t wait to read what this imagery conjures up within your poetry!
Cynthia :love: :love:
Art By Leonid Afremov / ” Foggy Park ”
JUST A WALK IN THE PARK
(^)
On a sunny day
Streets waz once light
Turn to foggy on the plain
I waz alone on me stroll tryin to clear my head
So fill wit regret of yesterdays pain
Alone came the fog
I thought it would pass
Instead like my heart had earlier ta day waz fill with dread
Thought a walk would do me sum guud yet I got mulled by the fog
All the better those
The smoke wittered away my tears
Didnt need ta worry no more
Bout who would see
Streets got dimmer
So did my face
Well all ‘n all it turn out to be a guud day
I got yet another chance to hide my tears from the world for one more time
(^)
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © December o1 , 2o12
TIME CAPSULE
A fitful gentle autumn breeze
blew coolly through the patient trees,
raced along the wet sidewalk
carrying light distant talk.
Raiondrops sparkled bright like dew
Dull gray sunshine shone right through
colorful fluttering leaves,
cheering anyone who grieves.
Wind whistled through dark bandstand
then vanished in distant parkland.
She was hopeful he would come
removing all the sadness from.
Iron bench stood by to console
as prop to help her play her role.
She strained to see through foggy mist
her partner in romantic tryst.
She paced about with anxious heart,
playing through her lonely part.
No revelation left a trace:
art had frozen time and place.
Copyright December 1, 2012 RGD
Inspired by the painting “Foggy Park” by Leonid Afremov
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I’m really impressed by the poetry posting here so far tonight! You all are awesome!
Here’s one from me.
:love: :love: 😳 :love: :love:
Tears in the Mist
She walks alone through the fog and the mist,
tears well-camouflaged after the tryst.
Blinded and stunned, she’s alone and uncertain,
the future blocked by reality’s curtain.
He was handsome, vulnerable, and newly-separated.
Not aloofness but sensitivity was voiced when he prated.
She was employed by the state as an attorney.
Her vain search was over, perhaps this their journey.
Expecting avowal after they deeply kissed,
that sublime moment was certainly missed.
The only clarity she couldn’t bear –
now conciliatory, his wife said the kids needed him there.
Back to love’s jungle, thrust and dejected,
his actions understandable and wishes respected,
slightest hope held for their past being resurrected.
There are times when one tires of the game.
Why so often does it end the same?
(c) Tony Hansen
12-2-12
WITHIN A SILENT MIST
Alone within the evening,
a silent mist ever so
gently drawing me in;
alone within my thoughts
as I ponder many things.
Flickering flames of autumn
igniting an otherwise misty grey,
glistening magic carpeting
the way beneath my feet,
rainbowed crimson and gold
warming my heart and soul
as the evening shadows glow.
And the music of a gentle rain
begins to wash away my fears,
the rhythm of each drop
soothing the frayed edges
of my emotions and my soul
evening wrapping her arms
around this heart of mine
as the fog begins to lift.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-2-12