Deception of the Eye

We all know that our eyes can be deceptive. Most of the time, we see what we want to see …  until someone points us toward the truth.

“No, that’s not possible,” I told my friend on our visit to Florence, Italy.

“Oh, my dear, but it is. They mastered it well during the Renaissance.”

“But it’s a sculpture.”

“Nope. It’s flush with the wall. It’s all paint.”

That’s when I realized I was a neophyte to the art of Trompe l’oeil.

Classical Trompe loeil

Wikipedia: Trompe-l’œil (French for “deceive the eye”, pronounced [tʁɔ̃p lœj]) is an art technique that uses realistic imagery to create the optical illusion that the depicted objects exist in three dimensions. Forced perspective is a comparable illusion in architecture.

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I decided to give it a go, at least in small measures.

Thinking of Leonardo Da Vinci, I painted the image below (not the center man- he was truly glued on). The image is flat but I wanted to make the papers appear taped to a brick wall. The shadows around the papers add to the 3-D appearance.

Note: the words are written in Italian, backwards, like Da Vinci wrote. The envelope (from the man himself) says, “Dear Carolina, Maybe this helps!

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This one, The Helper, is one dimensional and has no real frame.

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While I continue to be a neophyte in this department, today there are many great artists who can master this technique.

And,  I still can’t decide which is better — a deceptive eye or the truth behind it. What I do know is this —

Magic Happens

 

 

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daily word prompt: Neophyte

 

 

 

 

It Began as a Stroll

It began as a stroll

both hand in hand

until she said no,

taking a stand

 

He turned to her face

and yelled some rude words

She knew right away

the man was absurd

 

Confident now

about the division

she strutted away

and praised her decision

 

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Painting by CD-W

daily word prompt: Strut

Critter Clocks

He sat and pondered on his couch

engrossed by such a  day

the clock forgot to set itself

and the shadows ran astray

 

He’d sat enthralled much earlier

inside a chicken coop

grew feathers on his arms and legs

and hollered out a “whoop!”

 

No chicken soup tonight, he thought

those birds might yell at me

gingerly, of course they would,

but not a guarantee

 

The plumes were gone but there he sat

in room with critter clocks

Ben was clever, and Ben was glad

to live outside a box.

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Painting by CD-W (1 of 3 in my Ben series)

 

daily word prompt: Gingerly

I Won’t Abide

That religion tells me not to dance

in that country? Not a chance.

But I find the movement so entrancing

Nothing quashes me from dancing.

 

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“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love”

Leonard Cohen

 

painting by CD-W

daily word prompt: via Dancing