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When Lovely Women

October 17th, 2011

When Lovely Women

Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day The moment stop The rest just gaze With Awe and Not An Utter Word to Say.

Liberty Created By FineArt Artist Helena Bebirian

October 17th, 2011

Liberty Created By FineArt Artist Helena Bebirian

Dimension: 11”X14” stretch bar canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Oils

Liberty New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred years the grand old clime Columbia has been free; For a hundred years our country’s love, The Stars and Stripes, has waved above. Away far out on the gulf of years- Misty and faint and white Through the fogs of wrong-a sail appears, And the Mayflower heaves in sight, And drifts again, with its little flock Of a hundred souls, on Plymouth Rock. Do you see them there-as long, long since- Through the lens of History; Do you see them there as their chieftain prints In the snow his bended knee, And lifts his voice through the wintry blast In thanks for a peaceful home at last? Though the skies are dark and the coast is bleak, And the storm is wild and fierce, Its frozen flake on the upturned cheek Of the Pilgrim melts in tears, And the dawn that springs from the darkness there Is the morning light of an answered prayer. The morning light of the day of Peace That gladdens the aching eyes, And gives to the soul that sweet release That the present verifies,— Nor a snow so deep, nor a wind so chill To quench the flame of a freeman’s will! II Days of toil when the bleeding hand Of the pioneer grew numb, When the untilled tracts of the barren land Where the weary ones had come Could offer nought from a fruitful soil To stay the strength of the stranger’s toil. Days of pain, when the heart beat low, And the empty hours went by Pitiless, with the wail of woe And the moan of Hunger’s cry— When the trembling hands upraised in prayer Had only the strength to hold them there. Days when the voice of hope had fled- Days when the eyes grown weak Were folded to, and the tears they shed Were frost on a frozen cheek- When the storm bent down from the skies and gave A shroud of snow for the Pilgrim’s grave. Days at last when the smiling sun Glanced down from a summer sky, And a music rang where the rivers run, And the waves went laughing by; And the rose peeped over the mossy bank While the wild deer stood in the stream and drank. And the birds sang out so loud and good, In a symphony so clear And pure and sweet that the woodman stood With his ax upraised to hear, And to shape the words of the tongue unknown Into a language all his own—

Three Hundred Sixty-Five

August 13th, 2010

Three Hundred Sixty-Five

Pomegranates, the National Fruit of Armenia. No matter what the size of the pomegranate fruit, there are always 365 seeds. One seed for everday of the year.

As the viewer, you would have to figure out, are there 365 strokes of paint, 365 pomegranate seeds, 365 lines? Once again, a lovely poem added to this artwork.

The Pomegranate , by Eavan Boland

The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere.And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted.Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any bargain to keep her.
I carried her back past whitebeams
and wasps and honey-scented buddleias.
But I was Ceres then and I knew
winter was in store for every leaf
on every tree on that road.
Was inescapable for each one we passed.
And for me.
It is winter
and the stars are hidden.
I climb the stairs and stand where I can see
my child asleep beside her teen magazines,
her can of Coke, her plate of uncut fruit.
The pomegranate!How did I forget it?
She could have come home and been safe
and ended the story and all
our heart-broken searching but she reached
out a hand and plucked a pomegranate.
She put out her hand and pulled down
the French sound for apple and
the noise of stone and the proof
that even in the place of death,
at the heart of legend, in the midst
of rocks full of unshed tears
ready to be diamonds by the time
the story was told, a child can be
hungry.I could warn her.There is still a chance.
The rain is cold.The road is flint-coloured.
The suburb has cars and cable television.
The veiled stars are above ground.
It is another world.But what else
can a mother give her daughter but such
beautiful rifts in time?
If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.
The legend will be hers as well as mine.
She will enter it.As I have.
She will wake up.She will hold
the papery flushed skin in her hand.
And to her lips.I will say nothing.






When Lovely Women

August 1st, 2010

When Lovely Women

Dimension: 6"X12" Canvas

Medium: Water-Based Windsor & Newton Acrylics

When Lovely Women Blossom to their Day
The moment stop
The rest just gaze
With Awe and Not
An Utter Word to Say.

For The Future by Artist Helena Bebirian

July 9th, 2010

For The Future by Artist Helena Bebirian

Dimension: 14"X18" Canvas Board Medium: Windsor & Newton water-based Acrylics

For The Future by Wendell Berry

Planting trees early in spring, we make a place for birds to sing in time to come. How do we know? They are singing here now. There is no other guarantee that singing will ever be.

Wild Heart Running by Artist Helena Bebirian

July 9th, 2010

Wild Heart Running by Artist Helena Bebirian

Dimension: 16"X20" Windsor & Newton Cotton Stretch Bar Canvas Medium: Windsor & Newton Water-Based Acrylics

Wild Heart By Lacy Priest

Her pounding hooves barely touched the ground, If she escapes, she'll never be found. The men's ropes are twirling, now flying throuth the air, Waiting to tighten 'round the neck of the mare. She sees it and cuts to the right, While the riders draw empty ropes back up tight. The men's horses are tiring, but she's fresh as a breeze. "She's drawing away," whispers the wind in the trees. Through the canyon, up the hill, "The men are beaten; she's safe"; the cardinals thrill! She'll never know bridle, blanket, nor saddle, And she won't ever help cowboys round up the cattle. 'Cause she's a wild one by name and by mark, The cowboys all round here call her The Wild Heart. Now that's the tale of the sorrel mare that never got roped, Because she evaded all the cowboys with her powerful 'lope.

Late May at Cape Cod

July 2nd, 2010

Late May at Cape Cod

Cape Cod, often referred to as simply the Cape, and called Cape of Keel by early Norse explorers. Friends and myself always go to the Cape, to visit the towns, enjoy the sites, and view local merchant trading and whale cultures. Best seafood in the Northeast.

Please view Helen's works on www.helenasartgallery.com or for quality prints, framed works, stretched canvas or notecards on www.fineartamerica.com

Unforgettable

July 2nd, 2010

Unforgettable

Embracing and Passionistic. This painting was inspired by me by the sculptorist, Auguste Rodin, his version of "The Kiss"

So rich as the original sculpture, a painting of love yet lost.

Please view Helen's works on www.helenasartgallery.com or for quality prints, framed works, stretched canvas or notecards on www.fineartamerica.com

I call it..."Unforgettable," because when I saw the live sculptor in Paris, France...I still have not forgotten.



Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettablethough near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too



Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

A Poem As Lovely As A Tree Beautifully framed

June 12th, 2010

A Poem As Lovely As A Tree Beautifully framed

On our journey through life, we encounter many things that inspire us. This tree inspired me, and took my breathe away. I am just enjoying the journey with the small inspirations that come my path.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. ... Albert Einstein

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. -- Joyce Kilmer

Sterling

June 12th, 2010

Sterling

All roses have meaning red=love, a special wish will be granted.
"Sterling Silver" has soft lavender flowers and fragrant scent. The "Sterling Silver" is recommended as a greenhouse rose. It has a lack of cold hardiness, lack of vigor, stinginess with bloom production, and susceptibility to the usual diseases that make this rose a weak candidate for the garden.

Other meanings of roses:
Rose (Bridal) Happy Love
Rose (Dark Crimson) Mourning
Rose (Hibiscus) Delicate Beauty
Rose (Leaf) You May Hope
Rose (Pink) Perfect Happiness, Please Believe Me
Rose (Red) Love, I Love You Rose (Tea) I'll Remember Always
Rose (Thornless) Love At First Sight
Rose (White and Red Mixed) Unity, Flower Emblem of England
Rose (White) Innocence and Purity, I Am Worthy of You, You're Heavenly, Secrecy and Silence
Rose (White Dried) Death Is Preferable To Loss of Virtue
Rose (Yellow) Decrease of Love, Jealousy, Try To Care Rosebud Beauty and Youth, a Heart Innocent of Love
Rosebud (Moss) Confessions of Love
Rosebud (Red) Pure and Lovely
Rosebud (White) Girlhood Rosemary Remembrance
Roses (Bouquet of Mature Blooms) Gratitude
Roses (Single Full Bloom) I Love You, I Still Love You

 

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