firmament floats

Heaven is a place on earth. In the last of days or what others would describe it  as

the end of the world, we would all be divided into groups of seven standing  inside

little white tents dressed in white robes. No one is seen with their family  nor  their

loved ones for they are all scattered in other tents as well  like  everyone  else  but

somehow familyhood is no longer  relevant.  Everyone  whoever  it  might  be  who

stood beside us is just that~ our brother. Then a firmament  would  descend  from

the sky and hover inside each and every tent as it graces  our  skin  like  little  puffs

of cotton. For those whom God favors shall rejoice for  they  would  still  be  human

when the firmament floats away. And for those whom God does not favor would all

be turned into precious stones. And from then on, this place would be called  “New

Heaven and New Earth”.

~ (Heaven always speak to my daughter through dreams.)

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clueless

the sweetest thing  about  man  is

being absolutely  clueless   about

the needs of  a  woman  falling  in

love    that     inevitably    frustrates

that  woman  to  initiate   the   way

after the hunting  has  died  down

and entraps his soul which is truly

connected to the woods which he

so loved to hunt..

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commerce and art

~berthing~ image copyrght Kris Lee 2012

~berthing~
image copyright Kris Lee 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The thought of people buying art for commercial value has got  to  go.  It  kills  art  totally.  In

totality! If the mindset of the artist like the collector also leans  to  commercial  reasons,  out

comes sub standard work done for the sake of amassing fortune. That would be a disaster.”

~Kris Lee 2012~

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judging an artwork

There are standards of judging an artwork as a picture worthwhile looking at. Not just

by seeing their name affixed onto the  painting  although  it  is  genuine.  Intricacy  and

scarcity apart from the beauty of an object is an  antique  connoisseurs  yardstick  but

not art. If it is, Picasso would be the first one sitting in the backstreet crying.

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assessing art

~lord murugan and his peacocks~ image copyright Kris Lee 2012

~lord murugan and his peacocks~
image copyright Kris Lee 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Assessing a visually appealing artwork is like running your eyes up and down a  visually

appealing women. Right contours, right shade, right smile,  everything  must  look  right.

And that’s how that gorgeous woman qualifies to be a film star the same way an artwork

commands top dollars.”

~Kris Lee 2012~

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art appraisal

Every piece of art is appraised singly the same way how  big  auction  houses  estimate

the  value  of  an  artwork.  Of  course  the  name  of  the  artist  lends  weight  if  they   are

famous enough but can a coffee table  sketch  qualify   as   an   impetus   godsend   and

command an emperor’s ransom? If that could, one day you would catch me rummaging

over every artists backyard dust pan. On second thoughts, maybe its easier to collect all

their hair loss since it is part of their thought process.

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the color of photography

~are we there yet?~ image copyright Kris Lee 2013

~are we there yet?~
image copyright Kris Lee 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Is there color in someone else’s misery? Is there color in  the  faces  of

the victims of war? Is there color at the hospital or  when  someone  you

love boards the ship and you were seen containing your tears? There is

no color in sadness. There is no  color  in  ill  health.  There  is  no  color

when two trains collide.  Circumstances  in  life  decides  the  color  you

choose when you press the shutter. And that is the color of photography.”

~Kris Lee 2012~

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