“A Woman” — A Collaboration by @Zorlone and @FrankCunhaIII
Posted: October 3, 2012 Filed under: FC3ZMD, Poetry | Tags: Art, FC3ZMD, Photo Art, Photography, Poetry, Zorlone 2 Comments »Through the hour glass
shaped wire
I make out a figure
of a woman.
In her form,
I can see the universe.
All the colors and shapes
that form
the space
around us are present
in her outline.
In the curves
I can make out each planet,
each cell,
and each subatomic particle.
She is the universe,
she is life!
Photo credits: Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines
Photo credits: Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines
Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino | Poetry: Frank Cunha III (reformatted/edited by L.B.) | More FC3 Poetry
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Filipino Culture And Street Food | 03131208080900 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII
Posted: April 1, 2012 Filed under: Art, FC3ZMD, Isms, More FC3, Photography | Tags: Art, Culture, FC3, FC3ZMD, Filipino, Filipino Culture, photoshop, Poetry, Street, Street Food, Zorlone Leave a comment »
Photo by Zorlone – Philippines Edited by Frank Cunha using Snapseed and Photoshop — USA
Figures, forms, random, and repetitive,
Sequences of space and time -
shape stories.
Seeing, being, and occupying space.
She senses the essence of being there -
from here.
On her device,
distantly distracted,
Looking and being, mind, body, and soul collapse.
Sequences of space and time.
Patterns forming,
and changing.
Calls dropped, missed, and gotten, but never forgotten.
Soul retracted.
The other person listens.
She talks,
and stops….
Patterns remain, shapes broken,
love ones born, and love ones lost,
Talk.
Talk.
Talk.
Walk.
Walk.
Walk.
Sequences of space and time come and go,
Her phone call – done,
her essence – gone.
Soul patterns on the floor,
only her soles,
remain.
Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino Edited by Frank Cunha III | Poetry by Frank Cunha III & Lorenzo Bernardino
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Filipino Culture and Street Food | 03131208080900 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII
Posted: March 14, 2012 Filed under: Art, FC3ZMD, Isms, More FC3, Photography | Tags: A Filipino, Art, Culture, FC3ZDR, Food, International Collaboration, Poetry, Street Leave a comment »
Photo by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | Edited by Frank Cunha III (Photoshop "Extreme Edit Version") - USA
“One more, please?” Pedro cried out a prayer. He counted the small change he got from yesterday’s earnings.
He still needed to meet his daily quota of cotton candy sales before he could start making any profits for the day.
The gloom oh his face brightened and he couldn’t help a smile broaden when two beautifully dressed girls approached him.
Art And Poetry By My Friend Karen Glosser @kglosserdesigns
Posted: March 10, 2012 Filed under: Art, Expose, More FC3, Photography | Tags: Art, Expose, Jewelry, Karen, New York, Photography, Poetry, quotes, Social Media Leave a comment »
“We cannot hold a torch to light another’s path without brightening our own.” -Ben Sweetland (Photo by Karen Glosser)
KG Portrait (Artwork by Frank Cunha III)
Seeing your new photo art each day is inspiring. Can you tell us about your latest artwork?
Can you explain your artistic process? Which artists/photographers are you influenced by?
Because I always have my camera ready, I take a lot of pictures. I usually don’t go out looking for certain subjects or topics. When I see something that strikes me, I take a few shots. Then, periodically, or when I am designing a new collection, I go back through and I often notice themes running through my photos. I use this as a jumping off point for design inspiration.
Can you explain your artistic process? Which artists/photographers are you influenced by?
I am greatly influenced by art. Color is a huge inspiration for me, so I love to spend time in galleries and museums, online, or reading books. My favorite artists are Mark Rothko and Clyfford Still. Their use of color is masterful. I also find great design and life inspiration from Simon Alcantara, a genius jewelry designer. As far as photography?
I find great inspiration from the photos of the amazing Frank Cunha III !!!
Have you ever considered publishing an ebook of your work?
As a matter of fact, no. I never have. Hmmmm….
I am glad we put that thought in your head!
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND
Posted: March 5, 2012 Filed under: Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Allah, Anglican, Baha'i, bible jesuschrist, Buddhism, Catholic, christianity, Evangelical, Hinduism, islam, Jehovah's Witnesses, Judaism, Latter-day Saints, Lord, Orthodox, Pentecostal, Poetry, Sikhism, Zoroastrianism 2 Comments »Sometimes you just can’t be there for someone you love (in person), but you you can still be there….
Photo: Frank Cunha III, October 2008, Portugal (with Francisco Cunha, my father)
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand.
One belonged to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life,
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened
at the very lowest
and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him
and he questioned the Lord about it.:
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during
the most troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you the most
you would leave me.”
The Lord replied,
“My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then I carried you.”
~Author Unknown~
TWELVE
Posted: October 9, 2011 Filed under: Isms | Tags: Carl Watts, Collab, Collaboration, Collection, FC3, Frank Cunha III, isms, Poems, Poet, Poetry, Twelve 2 Comments »A Collection of Twelve Poems
by Poet Carl Watts & Frank Cunha III
Twelve: Ghost Ships in the Night
by Frank Cunha III
Eleven: The Black Leaf
by Frank Cunha III
Ten: Night’s Illusion
by Poet Carl Watts
Nine: Looking Back
by Poet Carl Watts
Eight: Sunset
by Frank Cunha III
Seven: Standing Still
by Poet Carl Watts
Six: White Space, Female Nude
by Poet Carl Watts
Five: The Letter
by Frank Cunha III
Four: The Arrival
by Frank Cunha III
Three: Waiting for the Rain
by Poet Carl Watts
Two: Hot Desiree
by Poet Carl Watts
One: Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe
by Poet Carl Watts
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Eleven: The Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)
Posted: September 30, 2011 Filed under: Isms | Tags: autumn, Collab, Egypt, FC3, Maha, Original, Poem, Poetry 5 Comments »
- “A Man In His Life” by Maha Kamel
The Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)
I was never green,
I was never golden, brown,
Or orange, crisp,
Never magenta,
Or the color of the sun,
At sunset or dusk,
I was always black,
A leaf with no color,
I was never born,
I never needed,
The power of the sun,
What made me grow,
I will never know,
What is sure,
Is that I always was,
And when you die,
I will still be alive,
A single black leaf on this tree of life.
No color near,
No need to fear,
No need for sunlight,
Or her embrace,
I never grew, I just knew,
That void in you,
So cold and black,
This leaf,
Won’t Fall,
It’s suspended here,
For all of time,
The constant that remains,
When all else must change,
I was here when the earth was new and no dust yet lay,
When the winds and oceans grew,
I looked upon with great dismay,
All the pain your kind would bring,
And when the last song is sung,
And the earth a flames,
I will remain, just the same.
[end]
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Bye House (Wall House) by John Hejduk
Posted: June 14, 2011 Filed under: Architecture, More FC3 | Tags: Architect, Architecture, Art, educator, eFAB, Europe, FC3, ilovemyarchitect, John Hejduk, JustArch, Modern, Netherlands, Poet, Poetry, Theory 7 Comments »
The Bye House (Wall House) was designed by John Hedjuk in the 1970s, built posthumously (Groningen, The Netherlands, 2001).
John Hejduk (July 19, 1929 – July 3, 2000), was an Architect, Artist and Educator who spent much of his life in New York City. Hejduk is noted for his use of attractive and often difficult-to-construct objects and shapes; also for a profound interest in the fundamental issues of shape, organization, representation, and reciprocity.
Hejduk studied at the Cooper Union School of Art and Architecture, the University of Cincinnati, and the Harvard Graduate School of Design, from which he graduated with a Masters in Architecture in 1953. He worked in several offices in New York including that of I. M. Pei and Partners and the office of A.M. Kinney and Associates. He established his own practice in New York in 1965.
One of my favorite days is June 9, 2001, when I got married to the love of my life and received the book “Mask of Medusa” written by John Hedjuk from my great friend. It is a rare book and one of my prize possessions which I treasure (I love my wife too).
Eleven: Night’s Illusions
Posted: May 21, 2011 Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, Artistic, Artwork, Carl Watts, Collaboration, FC3, Images, isms, Layers, Original, Photographic, Poem, Poetry, Repost, Unique 8 Comments »
Night’s Illusions
It seems it is all a dream
A pleasant mishmash of confusion
I was fine when I went to sleep
Now the pictures flash like an illusion
Beauty of body very bold
Images sharp over laid in folds
Sensuous, desirable, a story told
A woman’s beauty never grows old
The gentle brush of scented hair
Color, thoughts flashing about
Warmth and excitement fill the air
How will this dream work out?
Another flash, a clashing sound
The alarm set to kill dreams
Brilliant images falling all around
Back to sleep, should I try?
Try learn the girls name?
Get up and start my day?
I suspect I’ll never be the same
Not after meeting, the girls with no name
[end]
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Nine: Looking Back
Posted: April 2, 2011 Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, Artistic, Audrey, Audrey Bitoni, Bitoni, Carl Watts, Collaboration, FC3, Frank Cunha, Golden Eye, Graphic, Greg Hergert Stencil Background, He, isms, Original, Photo Art, Photographic, Poem, Poetry, She, Special, Time to Celebrate, Unique 1 Comment »
Looking Back
We had met over space and time
Meeting as life does in it’s rhythm of rhyme
I didn’t know him at first
He wouldn’t stop, expressing a thirst
Something about him drew him to me
It was like he was looking right straight through me
Seven thousand miles and a million years
As I look back in my memory, I remember tears
It was a love that wasn’t meant to be
The kind of love only expressed by strong affinity
Still I feel I can see him behind me
Slowly walking up to touch me
I shiver with thrill
Until I remember it isn’t real
But the pictures is clear
In my heart, he will always be near.
[end]
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Eight: Sunset
Posted: February 23, 2011 Filed under: Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, FC3, Hope, Inspiration, isms, Joy, Love, Original, Photo, Photographic, Poetry, Sunset 1 Comment »
Sunset
Sparks fly,
The glow of the sunset penetrated the unfinished dome,
An amulet for luck on her breast made of chrome,
Quick breaths heave from her chest when she sees him near,
The woman he loves has come to see him here,
This time it will be different because it is known,
Her love is true, he has come to know that it has grown,
They made something together piece by piece,
The foundation stone has been set,
He knew it was meant to be since the first day they met,
Her neck so soft, her hair wrapped high,
Her lips all a quiver, eyes like waves reflected in the clear blue sky,
Made him thirst for another embrace,
His heart pumped up and started to race,
She waited for the glow to come to a still,
That moment when the dusk sets in and the nighttime begins.
[end]
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Seven: Standing Still
Posted: February 13, 2011 Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, FC3, Female, Nude, Original, Photo, Photographic, Poetry, Raw Series, White Space 1 Comment »
Standing Still
Now deserted, empty, lost,
Grasping, holding, leaving, this place,
The space glowed white, a terrible lie,
Empty lost, the shadows from the forest of the soul,
Take over, man’s triumph over her,
Mother Earth, from her womb I once cried,
Return inside one more time,
The space glowed white, a terrible lie,
I never thought I would die,
Engulfed by her, I couldn’t try,
I felt the world, tumbling down,
All was lost, but then I found,
A small colorful glow came from her,
I began to cry, Her heart was true,
She stood there silently, awaiting my embrace,
It was time to go, but I couldn’t leave,
I saw her there, standing still.
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Six: White Space, Female Nude
Posted: February 13, 2011 Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, FC3, Female, Nude, Original, Photo, Photographic, Poetry, Raw Series, White Space 1 Comment »
White Space, Female Nude
Memory sharp but blurred by grief
I recall the time, the time when
The girl in my memory had been mine
But so hard it had been to let go of her heart
Hard to lose, never considering we’d part
We had traveled down through the years
Never thinking the journey would end in tears
Still I have warm memories
The memory her smile
The memory of her curved breast
A time the girl had been mine.
I remember her moist lips firm against mine
Her crystal laughter framed against time
Time…the harsh winds of time struck
Bodies fall to the winds of time
Now the girl is gone forever
I’m still happy she’d once been mine
[end]
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