Art by Beth Boudreaux | Abstract Volkswagen and Abstract Guitar Paintings

Abstract Volkswagen and Abstract Guitar Paintings like Abstract Objects Art in paintings lies in the background of art. Abstract objects often are animals. Objects that have personal meanings always have been subjects for artists. The modern abstract artists use color to represent recognizable forms. Beth Boudreaux paints objects in an abstract way that have emotional appeal.
Abstract Objects Art
Abstract Guitar Painting

Abstract Volkswagen Painting by Beth Boudreaux

Abstract Guitar Painting

Short Interview with Beth Boudreaux

When did you start painting and why?

I’ve always sketched as a kid and then ten years ago I picked up a paint brush because I wanted to paint..and I dabbled in it but never really painted until a year ago. I was going through a rough time and it was my escape from reality. I found my niche in abstract and mixed media.

Your colors are bold. Is that your personality?.How do you choose color?

I guess you could say so. I’m pretty blunt

How do you choose your subjects? Is it hard to find a “motif” like Abstract Objects Art?

I have tons of ideas written down and I just choose one off of my list and dive in. But sometimes I don’t know until I start painting. I don’t plan it.

You paint guitars. When done in an abstract way, they have a musical feel. Is music important in your art ?

I like the curves to a guitar… Which is why I do them so much. I play the violin and grew up in a musical family so yes it’s a huge part of who I am.

You sell real estate. Do you think that gives you an advantage? Do you paint to sell or do you paint to express or both?

No I don’t think selling RE gives me advantage in selling art at all.. I paint for me and it just so happened people wanted it. I wasn’t even trying to sell
Beth Boudreaux

Beth Boudreaux is a Realtor turned artist from Murfreesboro, Tennessee. We are proud to welcome her as an Artvilla Artist. As with all of our Artvilla Artists, we represent and promote their work.
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You can also contact Beth through her Face Book Page Beth is a realtor at Bill Jakes Realty in Murfreesboro, Tn. Here they are Realtors Murfreesboro, Tn

Fame And Vanity | Poem by Kudzai Mahwite

Fame And Vanity

That foul taste engulfs my tongue
That steady churning meshes my brain
Smug frown where once a smile hung
How much longer can I remain sane?
Lament, lament which wrong foot I set
Be this harsh chastening nature sent?
Truly; to appear before this fool with knee bent
To join in undeserving adoration
To herald his arrival with trumpets’ flourish
To step into cold shadow ever hidden from glory’s light.
Alas!
I see!
I be the fool.
This glory that eludeth me be just a mirage
Throughout I spy many a feigned visage.
Presence of absence of substance harboured within
Still, straight faces: the shrewdest of liars
Their expectant eyes bear green fires.
Hush pervades sensing an impending fall
Cheery shouts quickly dwindle
Quickly stripped of purple robes.
This be a mighty tedious throne.

Kudzai Mahwite is a young Zimbabwean poet inspired greatly by the works and life of William Shakespeare. He is an Economics student and as part of his studies runs a small-time blog on the African Economy. Kudzai is also a Sportswriter with Football.co.uk.You can follow him on Twitter @sir_tos.

HAIKU : Ram Krishna Singh

Drawing Corrected with Software


HAIKU: Ram Krishna Singh

on the river’s bank
his soul is lighted for peace–
lantern in the sky

shine in the grass
broken pieces of glass
in the backyard

shifting years’ load
away to the new building:
choking scholarship

lying in her nightie
she wipes the stray raindrops
settled on her cheeks

doesn’t exist
my mornings
without her sunsets

they come together
as themselves within themselves–
love’s silence

hitching up the skirt
she fills her pockets with
unripe mangoes

after cleaning
the maid leaves behind
an oily smell

squatting
in the middle of the field
a woman with child

smell of fish
in apple juice bottle–
costermonger

negotiating
the granddaughter’s cry for mom
out on shopping

looks for fish
a siberian crane
in a lotus pond

she smiles
sex in the eyes:
Eve Enseler

too heavy
these man-made machines
choking weight

hot on the trail with youth
she scales up the heights of dream
and leaves me stunned with chill