Posts Tagged ‘tom hendricks’

Not models but works of art – part 2

April 17, 2014

Most of us don’t look like models. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t works of art. Here is the 2nd of two sets on that theme.



Beauty Teen



profile at nuit


Not Models But Still Works of Art (first of two, art set)

April 17, 2014

Most of us don’t look like models. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t works of art. Here is the first of two sets on that theme

Narrow Nose

pic girl

Mom and child




The Great Divide in Art Part 2

April 15, 2014


There is a second great divide in art. This divides art into style or substance. Like the first divide, the new art says both are valid, and neither is more right or more modern.

Style: The subjects can be anything: portraits, still lifes, landscapes, etc. But what stands out is the style of the painting. The 20th century ushered in all kinds of style arts ‘isms’. Here are the main ones:
1. Impressionism
2. Pointillism
3. Fauvism
4. Cubism
5. Abstraction
6. Photo Realism

Substance: This type of art covers all subjects too. But what is key is the thought or substance behind the art. During the 20th century the vanguard of modern art seemed to bounce back and forth from Style to Substance. Then too some areas of the world favored one over the other. Major schools of substance art included:
1. Expressionism
2. Dadaism
3. Surrealism
4. Conceptual Art
5. Pop Art.

For The Great Divide Part 1 see:

Aliens, Monsters, and Foreign Lands (art set)

April 12, 2014

Friday night – here’s an art set of 10+ works titled:  Aliens, Monsters and Foreign Lands

Saturn Sphere


Blue Palm


Blue Palm

Frankenstein Monst



Lil Emperor

Lil Emperor




African Wood Sculpture



Alien Guide

Sci Fi Cover

Sci-fi Cover


Moon Face

Moon Head

Past and Future

Alien Loves Art

Space Tom




3 Kid’s Poems

April 11, 2014

3 Kid’s Poems (for my anthology of poems called “Moon Tea”)

The Moon hides behind the hill.
The Wind hides in the trees.
The fireflies turn out their lights,
and all the owls take wing.

Everywhere it’s quiet now
except me counting by fives;
“Ready or not, here I come!”
and then I open my eyes …

I know my
but not my

William Tell,
William Tell,
draws his bow
in the orchard …


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