De Kooning Breaks Through (1987)
Red Grooms (American, born 1937)
Three-dimensional color lithograph cut out, folded and assembled into a Plexiglas box
"This is a colorful and dramatic three-dimensional print that depicts a man riding a bicycle toward the viewer. A woman—with huge eyes and monumental breasts sits atop the handlebars—and the two literally breakout of the two-dimensional surface into the viewer’s space.
Red Groom's witty portrait depicts the legendary artist Willem de Kooning riding a bicycle with a woman on the handlebars. This woman is the subject of de Kooning's celebrated painting Woman and Bicycle (1952-1953).
The print parodies de Kooning's highly expressionistic painting style, as Groom's humorous portrait brims with visual puns. De Kooning is literally breaking through, suggesting the extraordinary nature of his contributions to art history."
“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.” — Sharon Begley
Weekly Photo Challenge: Waiting
"The hyacinth flower name has a most interesting meaning. In Greek mythology, Apollo the sun god and Zephyr the god of the west wind compete for a young boy’s affections. At one point Apollo is teaching Hyakinthos how to throw the discus and Zephyr gets so angry that he blows a gust of wind in Apollo’s direction, which sends the discus hurling back in the direction of Hyakinthos, striking and killing him. Apollo, brokenhearted, notices that a flower springs up from the blood that was spilled and names the flower hyacinth in honor of the boy. This symbol of the hyacinth flower has remained pretty simple throughout history." [source]
– Tony Hoagland
In a little while I’ll be drifting up an on-ramp,
sipping coffee from a styrofoam container,
checking my gas gauge with one eye
and twisting the dial of the radio
with the fingers of my third hand,
Looking for a station I can steer to Saturn on.
It seems I have the traveling disease
again, an outbreak of that virus
celebrated by the cracked lips
of a thousand blues musicians—song
about a rooster and a traintrack,
a sunrise and a jug of cherry cherry wine.
It’s the kind of perceptual confusion
that makes your loved ones into strangers,
that makes a highway look like a woman
with air conditioned arms. With a
bottomless cup of coffee for a mouth
and jewelry shaped like pay phone booths
dripping from her ears.
In a little while the radio will
almost have me convinced
that I am doing something romantic,
something to do with “freedom” and “becoming”
instead of fright and flight into
an anonymity so deep
it has no bottom,
only signs to tell you what direction
you are falling in: CHEYENNE, SEATTLE,
WICHITA, DETROIT—Do you hear me,
do you feel me moving through?
With my foot upon the gas,
between the future and the past,
I am here—
here where the desire to vanish
is stronger than the desire to appear.
“Of all the things that man has made, now is so full of interest and charm,
none possesses so distinct a life and character of its own, as a ship.” — Henry Van Dyke