Ekphrasis – “the poet speaks of art” The visual description of art is called ekphrasis; it was...

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kphrasis – the poet speaks of art” The visual description of art is called ekphrasis; it was created by the ancient Greeks. The goal of this literary form is to make the reader envision the subject described as if it were physically present. In many cases, however, the subject never actually existed, making the ekphrastic description a demonstration of both the creative imagination and the skill of the writer.

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Ekphrasis the poet speaks of artThe visual description of art is called ekphrasis; it was created by the ancient Greeks. The goal of this literary form is to make the reader envision the subject described as if it were physically present. In many cases, however, the subject never actually existed, making the ekphrastic description a demonstration of both the creative imagination and the skill of the writer.Or

HOW ONE ART FORMINSPIRES & TRANSLATES INTO ANOTHER ART FORMThe Group of Seven formed in 1920

Franklin Carmichael Lawren S. Harris Alexander Young Jackson Frank H. Johnston Arthur Lismer J.E.H. MacDonald Frederick H. Varley

Franklin Carmichael: Mirror Lake

The Pool: Tom Thompson

Winter Charlevoix: A.Y. JACKSON

Houses St Urbain Quebec: A.Y. JACKSON

LAWREN HARRIS: Arctic Scene $2 million

LAWREN HARRIS: Maligne Lake

EMILY CARR

& her love of trees.

DONALD FLATHER: Furry Creek

Shannon Falls

THE ELDERS ARE WATCHING: Roy Henry Vickers

ROY HENRY VICKERS: Siwash Rock

ROY HENRY VICKERS: Tyee MoonShow Dont Tell: a descriptive paragraphREVIEW AND PRESET

NOW,

WRITE A SHORT 3-5 LINE POEM USING THE IMAGERY IN YOUR DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPH.TO DATE:A placeA photo

SHOW DONT TELL- A descriptive paragraphFREE VERSE POETRYAccording to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings' wax. Insignificantly off the coast, there was a splash quite unnoticed; this was Icarus drowning

Bruegels: Landscape with the fall of Icarus

The Starry NightBy Anne Sexton

That does not keep me from having a terrible need ofshall I say the wordreligion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother

The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.Oh starry, starry night! This is how I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange ironsto push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.Oh starry, starry night! This is howI want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,sucked up by that great dragon, to splitfrom my life with no flag, no belly, no cry.

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Lyrics

Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them freeThey would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do,But I could have told you, Vincent,This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them freeThey would not listen they're not listening still Perhaps they never will.

The assignment:

Find and print a work of art that intrigues you.

Bring this to class tomorrow.

WRITE A SHOW DONT TELL DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPH ON THE ART WORK.

WHAT DOES THE WORK MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT. WHAT THEME IS REVEALED.

BRAINSTORM ACTION WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE ARTISTS METHOD