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 ac ID: 585015
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Ekphrasis – “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. Slide2
Or HOW ONE ART FORMINSPIRES
&
TRANSLATES INTO ANOTHER ART FORMSlide3
The Group of Seven formed in 1920Franklin Carmichael
Lawren
S. Harris
Alexander Young Jackson
Frank H. Johnston
Arthur
Lismer
J.E.H. MacDonald
Frederick H.
Varley
Slide4Slide5
Franklin Carmichael: Mirror LakeSlide6
The Pool: Tom ThompsonSlide7
Winter Charlevoix: A.Y. JACKSONSlide8
Houses St
Urbain
Quebec: A.Y. JACKSONSlide9
LAWREN HARRIS: Arctic Scene $2 millionSlide10
LAWREN HARRIS:
Maligne
LakeSlide11
EMILY CARR
& her love of trees.Slide12
DONALD FLATHER: Furry Creek
Shannon FallsSlide13
THE ELDERS ARE WATCHING: Roy Henry VickersSlide14
ROY HENRY VICKERS:
Siwash
RockSlide15
ROY HENRY VICKERS:
Tyee
MoonSlide16
Show Don’t Tell: a descriptive paragraphREVIEW AND PRESETSlide17
NOW,WRITE A SHORT 3-5 LINE POEM USING THE IMAGERY IN YOUR DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPH.Slide18
TO DATE:
A place
A photo
SHOW DON’T TELL
- A descriptive paragraph
FREE VERSE POETRYSlide19
According 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.
I
nsignificantly off the coast, there was a splash
quite unnoticed;
this was
Icarus
drowning
Bruegel’s
: Landscape with the fall of
IcarusSlide20Slide21
The Starry NightBy Anne Sexton That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. 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 irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry, starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.Slide22
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) LyricsStarry, starry night, paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
,
sketch the trees
and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the
snowy linen land Slide23
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 blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blueSlide24
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Slide25
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 halls
Frameless 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 clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.Slide26
The assignment:Find and print a work of art that intrigues you.Bring this to class tomorrow.Slide27
WRITE A SHOW DON’T 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 ARTIST’S METHODSlide28