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An aesthete from desert

"In 1960s a newborn baby's cry breaks the silence of the desert on the outskirt of an Aboriginal settlement.
"In 1960s a newborn baby's cry breaks the silence of the desert on the outskirt of an Aboriginal settlement.
She is born under a tree int he bush. Her name is 'Shell on Sand', after the place her child spirit came from.
She is born under a tree int he bush. Her name is 'Shell on Sand', after the place her child spirit came from.
It is a hard world that she has been born into. Central Australia is in drought.
It is a hard world that she has been born into. Central Australia is in drought.
She is the ninth child her mother has carried; four have died in infancy in the previous decade.
She is the ninth child her mother has carried; four have died in infancy in the previous decade.
She is tiny, sickly looking the 'runt of the litter'.
She is tiny, sickly looking the 'runt of the litter'.
Her mother makes a decision that is as old and harsh as the desert.
Her mother makes a decision that is as old and harsh as the desert.
She decides to leave the baby girl where she has been born, to be killed by a snake."
She decides to leave the baby girl where she has been born, to be killed by a snake."
We are sitting on a beach on the North Western Australian shore. It is a warm autumn day and the well-known Aboriginal painter is telling me the story of her life.
We are sitting on a beach on the North Western Australian shore. It is a warm autumn day and the well-known Aboriginal painter is telling me the story of her life.
"I was left in the small shade of a burned tree," she pauses, legs crossed under her skirt, feet bare, staring at the coarse sand:
"I was left in the small shade of a burned tree," she pauses, legs crossed under her skirt, feet bare, staring at the coarse sand:
"In the last minute my mother changed her mind and came back for me, I am eternally grateful to her...
"In the last minute my mother changed her mind and came back for me, I am eternally grateful to her...
...otherwise I would miss to see all this beauty around me." She smiles her toothless smile.
...otherwise I would miss to see all this beauty around me." She smiles her toothless smile.
"I was raised in humpies and promised in marriage at birth."
"I was raised in humpies and promised in marriage at birth."
"Pregnant at 13 to a young man who grew to like the taste of bashing me and then my son died."
"Pregnant at 13 to a young man who grew to like the taste of bashing me and then my son died."
The memory of her dead son casts her suddenly into silence.
The memory of her dead son casts her suddenly into silence.
She ran away from her drunk husband and fell in love with a white man.
She ran away from her drunk husband and fell in love with a white man.
Their life roads joined in one, he healed her wounds, she started to paint...
Their life roads joined in one, he healed her wounds, she started to paint...
She could see the spirit of her dead son everywhere around her...in the skin of a wild animal...
She could see the spirit of her dead son everywhere around her...in the skin of a wild animal...
in the seagrass washed on the shore...
in the seagrass washed on the shore...
in the creek running wild through her dry country after rainy season...
in the creek running wild through her dry country after rainy season...
in the colour of the rocks that shelter the settlement of her childhood....
in the colour of the rocks that shelter the settlement of her childhood....
Every morning she travels far into the desert, her home, to find the natural colours to mix and to paint with...
Every morning she travels far into the desert, her home, to find the natural colours to mix and to paint with...
Every evening she sits next to creek bed soaking the beauty around her...
Every evening she sits next to creek bed soaking the beauty around her...
getting inspiration for the next painting...
getting inspiration for the next painting...
the colours, the moods, the lines, everything is there in front of her, she just needs to look carefully and remember it....
the colours, the moods, the lines, everything is there in front of her, she just needs to look carefully and remember it....
Her story is told and I am sad but also in a blissed-out state of mine I suddenly touch a little shell next to my feet, just to feel what the texture is.
Her story is told and I am sad but also in a blissed-out state of mine I suddenly touch a little shell next to my feet, just to feel what the texture is.
"I will paint this for you," she suddenly says: "The hand, the attachment of a person to a natural object, the light, it is a perfect portrait of you."
"I will paint this for you," she suddenly says: "The hand, the attachment of a person to a natural object, the light, it is a perfect portrait of you."
"Paint me like this?" I check my ruffled hair and dirty shorts, " Better not, I have to make myself more presentable."
"Paint me like this?" I check my ruffled hair and dirty shorts, " Better not, I have to make myself more presentable."
She shakes her head sadly: "You, white people don't know anything about beauty, you just look for perfection...
She shakes her head sadly: "You, white people don't know anything about beauty, you just look for perfection...
I suddenly felt very ashamed, but she just takes my hand: "Come back and I will show you a beautiful world inhabited by pure and sincere people - a world that is almost at reach...
I suddenly felt very ashamed, but she just takes my hand: "Come back and I will show you a beautiful world inhabited by pure and sincere people - a world that is almost at reach...
but doesn't exist for real." I kiss her good bye and she smiles for the last time: " In this world world, living, loving and dying are desirable, just come back and I show you..."
but doesn't exist for real." I kiss her good bye and she smiles for the last time: " In this world world, living, loving and dying are desirable, just come back and I show you..."

'Aesthete refers to a lover of art'

I read in a dictionary

imagining

an old and wealthy

hiding his priceless collection

then lending it

with a heavy heart

to one of those arty places.




Becoming a teacher

of Art,

an aesthete

is suddenly

an ordinary person

just like you and me,

sensitive to beauty,

with open heart

and attentive eyes

appreciating life around.





Aesthetic

relates to beauty

and good taste.

A subjective choice,

we make

in our daily lives,

but we all

find beauty

inevitably

in the arms of the person

we love

and suddenly realize

a simple life

really can be

a perfect life.





Aesthetics is the subject

of any conversation

among students of Art:

"Aestheticism is the study

of beauty

arising

from harmonious arrangement

of an eye-pleasing parts."

They say,

forgetting

that a myriad

of imperfections

unique to each part

make the beauty lasts.





And what about womanly beauty

of a dangerously bewitching kind,

over-represented in every type of art.

The unravelling of secrets,

the evocation of her desires,

a place shrowded in myth

for many of her admirers.





Once he find his beauty,

his object of desire,

he becomes

an aesthete of the heart.

As a photographer in a new landscape

he has to learn

his camera all over again.

He has to understand

how the light falls,

so he can capture

the beauty in her best.





It is up to her

to learn

how to live

in the arms

of her partner

and through the patterns

of her longings

and losses,

moments of being

a beauty on a string

learns to beautify the place around her.





"You should never neglect the edge of your vision,"

She reminds him sadly:

"It's there that something

is likely to reveal itself,

the development of wisdom

against a larger frame

of questions

that no one can answer."





He nodds

with absent present

slowly creating

a portrait of her

window to her soul.

He already knows

there is more to a great image

that a likeness to its subject.

A closer look,

her perfect stillness,

until he notices

those few

shifts in movement,

barely perceptible.





She became his lover

object of his art

and now she is leaving.




Portrait that has gone so far

into making his own character

out of this person

before an artist.

it really does raise

a lot of questions

about how we define art.


She stopped being

just being,

to become

an artist,

the creator

of the beautiful things,

that unlike her

will last.




Meditation on art,

the place of women in it,

their beauty

and their creativity,

the balance required

for the women artists of today

to sculpt a place for art

within the demands of love

and domesticity.




Beauty is known

for residing

in the limited spaces

where life reality and fiction meet,

often mediated by the poetic.





Aesthetes of my kind often ask,

where to find,

beautiful,

attractive

gorgeous,

ravishing

in a powerful sensual way

luscious,

voluptuous

beautifully dignified

delicately beautiful

exquisite...and so on...




It is all hidden

in the small transactions

of everyday life,

alongside

shared intimacies,

a sense of the human

of generosity

and charm,

familiar landscapes,

suburbs,

backyards,

passing scenes

outside

train or car windows.

A sense of what exists

outside the body

or just outside the mind,

especially

in heightened

states

stillness

of sleep

a shifting

and subtle exploration

of creativity

darkness

dreaming

and night

are tied inevitably

to the imagination

to the unconscious

and the irrational

alongside this

wild imagination

and the domestic

coexist

and the small,

practical details of lives

a kind of universality

that is practical and wordly

exists alongside miracle and creation,

in all of this

beauty of every kind resides.




Art is always about results

and there is no one way

of getting there...

there is a constant dialogue

between different ways

of accomplishing

the beautiful image.




The thing about art

it's always going to surprise you

so you are not going to imagine

what is coming,

the new thing

will always be

the thing you didn't expect.


It's enigma,

we often look up

for something

extraordinary

just to find out

a banal,

everyday scene

to take our breath away

and suddenly

ordinary

becomes

so memorable

so untrivial...




Art today,

as well as art of yesterday,

always presented us

with what we think we know

and then

offer us a totally different view.


Artists through their art

take us where are no roads,

to explore the new ways,

to go beyond

mere likeness and accuracy

and dwelve into something

deeper

something which reveals

the layers beneath the physical surface,

it has to tell a story,

a larger narrative

about us

and the world

we don't yet know....




'Aesthete' is my favourite English word,

because it describes you and me

and everyone

who is brave enough

to go to places

where others went before

and said

there is nothing to see....














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Deep Metaphysical 4 years ago from India

Ahhh someone finally made a hub of that question. Nice poem, well written.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Just tried something different, thanks my fellow hubber:)


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mackyi 4 years ago from Philadelphia

Such love and energy you put into this poem - it's unbelievable!


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somethgblue 4 years ago from Shelbyville, Tennessee

Its difficult to concentrate on either the photos or the words as they compete with each others beauty . . .

well done . . . again!


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Dexter Yarbrough 4 years ago from United States

"Aesthete." This word is just as beautiful as your hub! Just awesome!


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cperuzzi 4 years ago from Freehold, NJ

Nice. Good thoughts.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

GREAT all around presentation. I must admit, though, you had me thinking of my favorite word. :)


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B. Leekley 4 years ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

Up, Interesting, and shared. I'm no good at understanding poetry. I feel almost close to understanding this one. I like it.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

I have one word..Beautiful..


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teaches12345 4 years ago

This is a very nice hub on the word aesthete. Everything beautiful in its time. Your photo captions are always a good read as well.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

what an overhelming response, I feel very grateful to you all for encouraging me to keep writing, what other word I could choose being a lifelong dreamer and seeker of things meaningful...of things beautiful. There is only one more thing to add, the most beautiful thing for me is the support of my fellow hubbers...of my readers:)


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Redberry Sky 4 years ago

I love this poem, and your photos as well. Beautiful and complex - I read it several times over and it's still just on the edges of my mind, sinking in and slowly drifting... Beautiful words, and a beautiful 'flow'. So glad I follow you, Beata Stasak.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'Redberry Sky', my words are not very easy to decode, but once you manage, they stay with you for a while:) Thank you for your patience and effort in decoding my message about this beautiful English 'word':) I am very happy to have such a delightful follower:)


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landscapeartist 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Awesome and beautiful poem! Your hubs are always great! Thank you again Beata! voted up


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2uesday 4 years ago from - on the web, I am 2uesday.

To say this hooked me in - is a compliment and it did just that and intrigued me too.


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flashmakeit 4 years ago from usa

Gorgeous pictures and a beautiful hub article.


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kj force 4 years ago from Florida

Perception..is my word..it means many things to many people as they see and understand it...it can be negative or positive..uncluttered or compound...light or dark..it's what you make it..that's why I like it...." Choices"...well written and informative, thanks for sharing...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you my fellow hubbers for your kinds and encouraging responses, you are right, kf force, perception is everything...your perception of my writing is beautiful so is my response to you:)


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Jo_Goldsmith11 4 years ago

talented! is what comes to my mind while reading this. Amazing and beautiful too. Really loved this very much so. I bookmarked it, shared and voted up. The pictures and poem went perfectly together. The world you describe as one where there is good is something I can't wait to happen.

Take care and thank you for sharing this breathtaking hub! :)


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ashish04joshi 4 years ago from India

Awesome hub...great that you came up with this!

Well, 'ostent' is the word for me...I just love it.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, dea Jo and Ashi for your encouraging and beautiful comments, my words came alive under your responsive touch...thank you for that and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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mandarmk9 4 years ago from Ratlam, India

Hi Beata,

Nice piece of poetry. I really loved the way you described the word 'Aesthete' in the poem. Great job. Keep it up.

Mandar :)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, mandarm from India for your kind response, all the best with your hubbing and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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CrisSp 4 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

Beata, now you made me think of my favorite English word. What is it really? Do I really have one? This is a different hub, I'd say and as always, I enjoyed the photos. And while I think of my favorite English word, let me say that you are "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" woman!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Crisp, although is sounds very superficial and linguistically highly advance for me:) I assume you just wanted to mention I am good in writing:)


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That Grrl 4 years ago from Barrie, Ontario, Canada

I can't think of one favourite word. After reading this each word I think of sounds too simple. :)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

More simple, better:) I tend to overcomplicate things and it is not always the best way to go:)

Highly advanced for me, I wanted to say before:)


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glorgeousmom 4 years ago from Philippines

Your hub is intellectually enchanting and emotionally captivating. The photos are strikingly beautiful - nothing beats nature's splendor! Voted up!


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John Holden 4 years ago

Wow, thanks for prompting me to read this.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks my fellow hubbers, happy your visit was worthwhile and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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DRG Da Real Grinc 4 years ago from All over the USA

Enigma is one of my favorite.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Great mysterious word to describe our great mysterious world:)


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LouTucci 4 years ago

Dear Beata, I have just read this one story and I love it and you so much. Your depth in the appreciation and respect of nature matches my own. I grew up down the block from the woods, with it's lake, stream and all it's beauty. It shared so much with me that we formed a permanent bond. To this day, she is still a part of me as she was 53 years ago when we first met*


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Lou, so happy to meet you and all the best to you, my fellow hubber and to your 'piece of paradise', you met a friend, that will never betray you, will stay with you until the end:)


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LouTucci 4 years ago

Thank you darlin'*


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wetbaknproud 4 years ago from new jersey

Woman is my favorite word in any language,from the mother nurturing her babe to the muse capable of inspiring beauty in the spirit of an otherwise much more primitive being.


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Parks McCants 4 years ago from Eugene Oregon U.S.A.

Your best work to date. I applaud you... Very well done.

Thank you.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers, again for your encouraging comments that urge me to write more and more...:)


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Randy M. 4 years ago from Liberia, Costa Rica

Very well done, I think I will read it again. Your poem is not just beautiful, its inspiring.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, Randy, happy you find it so, I am very grateful to all of my fellow hubbers who find enough time not only read my creative pieces but also respond in such beautiful way...you are all aesthetes in my mind:)


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juneaukid 4 years ago from Denver, Colorado

I enjoyed reading your poetic thoughts on your favorite word with great digital images.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, my fellow hubber for your kind words, poetic could be my second favorite word:)


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humanitiesmentor 4 years ago from New England

This is really cool! The philosophy of art plays into an artistic philosophy. Really loved it!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear fellow hubber from New England, love philosophy and art, and I have found the reason to combine it:)


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girlonfire 4 years ago

The last stanza is one of the most beautiful I've ever read.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber for your kind response and all the best with your hubbing and reading, looking forward to hear from you again:)


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Lifes 2nd Chances 4 years ago from Kansas City, Missouri

Wow. Simply Wow.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'Lifes2ndChances' for stopping by and happy you liked it:)


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Lifes 2nd Chances 4 years ago from Kansas City, Missouri

I really liked the two in one approach. The pictures are wonderful, and so is the story under them. Creative was of doing it. :-)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, my fellow hubber, love creativity and it shows:)


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manatita44 4 years ago from london

Surreder


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I think you wanted to write, surrender, am I right?


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avorodisa 4 years ago from Russia

There are so many revelations of beauty in this world. Thank you for this beautiful hub!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy to beautify your world, dear avorodisa, it is easy as there is so much beauty around us:)


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manatita44 4 years ago from london

Yes. Surrender. I am not averse to the odd error now and again, but this, to me, is a very special word. I have a difficult task here struggling with this old keyboard. Want to buy me a new one? (smile)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I would if I could, dear manatita, meanwhile just appreciate what you have:) My keyboard is old too:)


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rcrumple 4 years ago from Kentucky

I am in awe of your talent!

The beauty of the poem captivated and the story and pictures so meaningful.

Major Tom to Command, I have found a superior lifeforce.

Fantastic!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubber, some find my hubs inspiring and I am very happy you are one of them:) All the best with your hubbing and writing:)


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ajwrites57 3 years ago from Pennsylvania

Beata Stasak, Beauty and Art as ideals, inspire us all to life life fully. Thanks for sharing your poetic powers with us.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, ajwrites, you said it beautifully....yes art and beauty is timeless and so enriching:) Happy to share my love of art especially with fellow hubbers with open eyes and hearts:)....B


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MrsBrownsParlour 3 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

Beautiful, thought-provoking musing!


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you MrsBrownsParlour happy you liked it and the best day to you on the other side of the world:)

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