Waiting for the Bus

Waiting for the Bus

I have always felt that Karsten’s painting of an older woman (we wonder if she is blind) sitting alone and waiting for the bus is a portrait in loneliness, in isolation, in resignation. With both hands she leans in, ever so slightly, on the cane planted in the pavement before her. Her travel bag rests there as well. She is thus prepared to rise when the bus should come. But her face reveals no particular hope or anticipation for that moment, but rather resignation. Her lot has been, and is still, to wait. In capturing this simple, everyday scene, Karten confronts us with the profound existential condition of our lives. Are we not all somehow in a continuous state of waiting? Even as our support systems (our canes and travel bags) stand ready to assist us in meeting the hoped for moment, that moment nevertheless eludes us. Our faces, as we proceed alone through our lives, unavoidably and inevitably reveal resignation. They become frozen. They petrify. This is sadly brought on by disappointment and the failure of hope. The quiet, contemplative electronic track by composer Promenade2239 sustains us in this difficult confrontation with the painting and its bitter theme. The music succeeds in doing so by the gentleness of the synthesizer sounds. They serve as a blanket for us. They comfort us. Waiting for the bus is easier. Quality art photo prints of the watercolors of ViVaDa are made available by grateful permission of the artist in the Midisparks Art Shop. They are suitable for framing and sized to frame easily. They are also available in Gallery Mounts. This...
Brothers

Brothers

big brother this rap goes out to you if you still have ears to hear but I fear you are too gone bro, too gone to know, to remember, to feel the family that loved you, the kid brother that held you dear. In the place we came from our family was rare for staying together a mother and father that cared, that shared, always praying that we should walk in His light, but Dad lost sight, forgot the right, lost the fight, then the slaying. When Dad was gone we held on to each other we had each other’s back, yea we didn’t lack for love then, yea you didn’t pack then CHORUS But personalities form as they do Anger, resentment formed you Where your soul was turned hollow you took to the street, put your feet in a place where hate and violence rule My pen was my tool, not a piece. You turned a dark corner bro. I couldn’t follow. 4 bars = refrain Verse 2 remember those cold Winter mornings selling those Sunday papers standin on the corner hawkin walkin up to cars hittin on folks leavin mass my ass freezin for their buck-25 plus a tip, shit no reason to quit we’d flip them joints in a few hours Hell I was glad to do it cause threw it I got closer to you Dad welcoming us home like heroes Pancakes and coffee warmin us Yea his love formin us till they took him, yea you should have picked up the pan then but you picked up the gun run out on your family...
Old Bikes in Love

Old Bikes in Love

Are these old bikes seeking, in modesty, the cover of the green foliage, or are they emerging, coming up for a breather from their tangle? Artist Karsten imagines these two wheelers (they really don’t look so old to me) as lovers for their proximity and an apparent bit of handlebar necking. There is the illusion also that they share the same seat. On a less fanciful level, we appreciate Karsten’s soft green and yellow watercolors, creating a foliage bed warmed by bright sunshine. Indeed there seems little doubt but that it is a bright sunny day. Against the rather idiomatic blur of the greenery, we are impressed by the sharp lines and contrasting color choices for the bicycles. The one sports lavender, fandango, rosewood, raspberry; the other is all cadet and royal blues. Our composer is making an interesting stab at sonic bicycle erotica. We must use our imagination and it is possible the track has more to come. But we hear the female beckon in the initial groove’s fluttering repetition of a detuned C6(-9cents)(1035.95hz). Her amorous partner responds with 4 short calls at C6 (+36 cents)(1068.57hz), then breaks out into his full-blown song of love. Will a duet follow? We are very honored to be presenting these fantastic watercolors of Karsten, and to be offering them exclusively in the Midisparks Art Sales Shop. The price is right and the prints are of the highest quality. We encourage you to click over to the shop and order a print. Shipping is always free and delivery is fast....