Joan Miró

His Story:
Joan Miró was born in Barcelona in 1893. He studied art at Barcelona School of Fine Arts and The Academia Gali. His parents had a strong desire to see him become a distinguished business man, even though his passion and talent lived in the world of art. he actually took some business classes in 1907 and became and accountant for two years. He gave up the role of business man after a nervous breakdown of some sort. He then returned all his focus to art. (Although he did still wear dark business suits when presenting art.)

At first he played around in styles such as Fauvism and cubism, but he received negative feedback and very little interest form the public. He moved to Paris during the Spanish Civil War and began to develop a stronger sense of personal style in his works.

By 1930 he was famous internationally. He returned to Spain ten years later where he experimented with sculpting, making ceramics, and painting murals. Then in 1947 he went to the United States for the first time and has his art shown at the MoMA.

His Creations:
The art of Joan Miró is generally known for its playful and childlike impression. He uses vibrant strong colors mixed with simple shapes or forms in most of his works. He often related his visual art to poetry. He felt that colors in a painting were like words in a poem. His art represented the subconscious mind through semi-abstract formations. He took what he wanted from surrealism and blended it with his own personal ideas of abstract art and visual poetry.


"For me, a picture should be like sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem. It must have radiance..." - Joan Miró



My Opinion:
I personally love the works I've seen of his. I imagine they are more effective in person but even online they look great. He has a very distinct style but his pieces aren't so unified that they become boring. Every piece is unique and has its owns flow. One of my favorite things about his art is how he makes all the colors glide together and compliment each other no matter what the circumstances.

Another thing that draws me to his art is his use of fantasy and imagination. I love how many of his pieces are abstract but still resemble real images that come from memory.


"In a picture, it should be possible to discover new things every time you see it." -Joan Miró

"For me an object is something living. This cigarette or this box of matches contains a secret life much more intense than that of certain human beings. When I see a tree, I receive an impact as if it were somebody breathing, somebody speaking. A tree, too, is something human." -Joan Miró

The Widow of 1894

Parasitic mind,
hollowed out by heavy hands.
Suppression guiding the grace of her movements.

Relief at the death of Love.
Freedom is an infinite and passionate virus.

Victory in the eyes of a woman.
For she did not always love him.
But love herself, she did.

And she could see the space between the faces
that had always been there.
And the space between her finger and the page,
had grown.

Like the gap between what is and what was.
She holds him in her memory,
tucked between the folds,

and he is lost.

Beauty Lies Heavy

The morning rolls over, delirious with sleep and hunger. Beauty lies heavy on the faded green mattress. Her arms, slim and glowing white, are hanging down the side of her bed. Flickers of dreams roll in and out of her mind: coming and going like songs on the radio. Static thoughts awaken her.

She lifts her body up and catches a glance of herself on the wall. Her eyes are wide and cloudy, eyelids smeared over with last night's makeup. Her hair is knotted and hanging along the sides of her face. She smiles at herself. She laughs at herself. She thinks she's funny. She thinks she's sad.

The phone never stops ringing, and sometimes she answers it. Her voice is rich and dark and thick. She speaks of wild things. She speaks of danger. She tells secrets to dark men. She sings lullabies to no one. Or she silently sits as the telephone rings.

When night comes crashing down on the horizon, she steps out into the city streets. Her stride is elongated and elegant. Her eyes penetrating the surface. Her body is invincible. Her beauty is infinite. The moon reaches for her, pulling her into waves. Waves of breath and scent and silence. Waves of desire. She marches tall into rooms of maroon carpets and baby grand pianos. She swings her hips and throws her head back with laughter, in rooms full of music. Her lips explore the faces and the bodies of the people who adore her. She rides home sweetly in the back of limos, her body warm with alcohol.

The morning rolls over, delirious with sleep and hunger. Beauty lies heavy on the faded green mattress. Her arms, slim and glowing white, are hanging down the side of her bed. Flickers of dreams roll in and out of her mind: coming and going like songs on the radio. Coming and going like songs. On the radio. Coming and going. Coming and going. Dreams that last seconds. Dreams that last forever. Fading, fading, fading.

Static thoughts awaken her.

"Good morning," she whispers, "good morning."

Sunday Night

Black Horizon.
Ornamental Clouds.
A song of Love and Losing.

Your face plays a game,
testing my waters,
and behind you there are cars
and streets
and dreams.

The night goes on forever
all the way to China,
where children are playing
in fields full of sunlight.

You and I are speaking slowly,
savoring the sounds.
You have swallowed my secrets
and tasted my sins.
Behind you there is nothing.
A bed with blue sheets,
we'll call it home.
A black horizon
sings us to sleep.
I won't be here tomorrow.
I won't be here.
I won't.



-Inspired by "Evening Love Song"

When I Was You

Melodies,
rolling down the hills of your breasts,
cradled softly in the arms of a blue-eyed stranger.

Proud to be your man,
sitting beside your sleeping body.
Waves of your breath,
the brightest light I've ever seen.

Beyond you there is silence.



-Inspired by "To Say Before Going to Sleep"

Come Away

Open, ever-reaching,
the window so immense.
Her body breaking through her exoskeleton,
grasping for his skin.

Soft eyes open slowly
thinking she will float.
She was once everywhere
and everything.
Now she sways between the depths
of his voice,
a scent that's like a drug.

When he leaves, his back is turned
and shrinking.
Darkened and mute.
Features melting into nothing.
He was destined to disappear.

They hold each others breath.
Time clicks by going near to nowhere.
Their bodies so immense,
clinging to a memory,
and thoughts of November next.




-Inspired by "Woman in Love"

Cannibalistic Fad!

Polish Casserole

• 1 lb of Ilana Lipowicz sliced meat
• 1 head of green cabbage
• 1/2 cup butter
• 1 cup of creative writing
  
• 1 Onion chopped
• 1 box frozen potato-onion pierogi
• salt and pepper
• A pinch of shyness
  
  
  
  ~Melt butter in a large skillet
  ~Saute onions and creative writing
  ~Add cabbage and cover. Cook until the plots and poems are stirring occasionally.
  ~Boil the pierogis with the pinch of shyness.
  ~Put into a 350 oven with lid for 20 minutes.

Now you have a freaking amazing meal!!!
Are your lips watering already?!! HELL YEAH THEY ARE!!!
This seemingly shy lady makes for a tasty family dinner!
F*** YEAH TO FAMILY!!!!
F*** YEAH TO CREATIVE AND TASTY ILANA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Many Hidden Faces

Two chairs. Two Students. An interviewer. An innocent victim. One camera. From this, 422 photographs were born. 30 have been chosen...


This picture is classic Dina. Laughing at the world while looking beautiful.



I like how epic this picture is. It was definitely the most dramatic of them all!

The photographer captured the perfect moment of hysterics. True laughter makes for adorable pictures.


Michelle's faces are always too much. The expression of fear in this picture is priceless. Good thing she's in theater!


There is something so absolutely innocent about this picture. It's nice to see innocence in high school, even if it's just in a face.


Honestly I really just like the little lip biting going on. It adds an interesting bit of character to the picture.

This picture is perfect. It's a great little action shot. It's completely clear what's going on in the picture and there's something absolutely fun about it. I even love the glare on the glasses.


I simply adore this smile. And she's keeping it shyly to herself.

Zach up close being some sort of teen angst model...in a good way.

Nick! What a cute little smile there. And the photograph has good composition, not too much junk in the back.

This is Nina looking like a frightened child with giant eyes and perfect curls. Another wonderful picture of innocence!

I love the glow in her face and they way her hand is extended out. It makes it look like she's giving someone a present!


Rawr! Adorable and frisky! 'Nuff said!


Haha! Juliana looks like a true adventurer in this picture. She's clearly vowing to her duties as mass adventurer! Good capture of personality.


I love this! It's all like "AYYYY!" There's lots of energy in the picture which is hard to get with one sitting down person.


Interesting composition, great energy, and excellent blond hair. I really do enjoy the color this blond hair. I like the feel it gives to the picture. It would be a totally different photograph if she had brown hair.


Ha! What an expression? Needs to be used more often. Wonder what it was in response to. This picture could come with a good story.


Another picture with energy! How exciting? I love the placement of his hands and the giant smile. I also have to say I like his clothing style, with the little hat and all. Approved.


Jack is looking handsome and older here. No even a tad bit of awkwardness made it into the picture! woohoo!

What makes this picture, is his lips. It a good shot of holding back laughter. A very common expression, especially for teenagers in school.


Look at him smilin' away! It's always nice to see a friendly face!


Great expression! So much intensity in her eyes. And she still manages to look pretty even with that crazy face on, that's my favorite part.


This is too adorable for words! Lizzy just witnessed a miracle and the camera just witnessed that.


The closeness of this photo is great and the personality in it is too. It's such a playful and young one!


This face! Evaluating, confused, disgusted, scolding, and doubtful. How can you get so much emotion from that one tiny second? Incredible.


There's some serious mischief going on in this picture. Little Nicole has got some secrets. I love the little grin and side-shifted eyes.


Becky in movement. The only way she should be. A still picture just would not do!


This is simply a great picture. Nice and close on her face, nice smile, and nice lighting. Simple and sweet.


Cali's face is excited and anxious. A perfect mix for the first day of stac. She looks totally ready and still a tiny bit hesitant. I love how the picture capture that. It's also just cute.


Such a joyful girl! This is the Leah I know, shiny-eyed and laughing!

A Lady's Skirt

A lady's skirt.
She's learned enough.
Make no noise.
it's a dangerous thing.

Always shining,
intoxicating brain.
Changing the wind with her breath.

Miles a minute.
Speaking so slowly.

A lady's skirt,
Is a dangerous thing.

The Goddesses

In marble abandoned houses
perfect women sit there singing.

Learning to be Goddesses.
Learning to be.
in their own flesh, perfect.
in their own heads, perfect.
in their own.