Local Social Network for the Arts Community in Central Valley
I was always a little confused as to how certain types of art are placed into certain genres at art shows. For one thing, it seemed to be purely subjective, depending on each artist’s concept of what that particular Genre was and some art didn’t seem to fit into any division at all!
Categorize this for me and put it in the proper Genre: imaginary people, imaginary…Continue
Added by Gail Daley on January 2, 2014 at 2:09pm — No Comments
Fairly new to Fresno and looking for studio/workspace. Any info. or advice?
I like a quiet place, at least 9-foot ceiling, window and natural light, willing to share of course. Live off Herndon in NW Fresno, so within 5-8 miles preferred.
(559) 448-8417 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Added by Jeff Hanna on December 17, 2013 at 4:50pm — No Comments
Fulton’s Folly Antique Collective
On Thursday, November 7
From 5 pm to 8 pm
Her work will be on display through November 30.
Join us for appetizers & refreshments!
Added by Barbara Gunner-Mazman on November 5, 2013 at 8:40am — No Comments
Added by Studio 74 on November 4, 2013 at 1:46pm — No Comments
Me llamaste india
como si fuera la propia palabra
Como si fuera un insulto.
Y me reí de ti a
por lo ignorante
Con mucho orgullo soy mestiza.
Soy mucho más india que la mazorca
que te da de comer.
¿Dime paisano, en que momento decidió una nación odiarse a si mismos?
Yo nací lejos del
Added by Aideed Medina on September 26, 2013 at 5:04pm — No Comments
CALL TO ARTISTS
Setting up THE PINK SHOW on 28 and 29. Sept.
Receiving art on the 28 from 11-3, $10 per submission.
Margaret Hudson Gallery
1936 E. Swift Ave. Fresno CA 93726
Your artwork must contain the color PINK.
The show opens Tuesday, Oct. 1st.
Runs through the end of November, Friday the 29th.
There will be two third Thursday Arthops,
October 17 and…
Added by SIN on September 22, 2013 at 8:10pm — No Comments
the shot glasses of 1942,
the thoughts and the shots
that inspire, the talk.…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on September 18, 2013 at 2:30am — No Comments
Where does he find the time?
Where does he find the soul?
Tugs me along with careless selections of masterful songs
DJ, Músico, mi Maestro.
Here is an instrument for you to play,
beneath the skin,
where music begins,
the sound is mixed,
the beats find willing counter parts.
You can record straight into me.
Control the tempo and the bass,
teach me more
about my own rhythmic…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on August 21, 2013 at 3:00am — No Comments
Red stained deputy's patrol car ,
victim of a strawberry war,
traviesa de ojos grandes,
curls caked in fruit.
" Una buena chinga te van a poner bonita", says the blond blue eyed man with the badge.
He is speaking Spanish,
and it scares me
more than the knowledge my aunt Guille is going to smack me
for throwing strawberries at her friend's…
Added by Aideed Medina on August 20, 2013 at 4:24pm — No Comments
What would be
the best distance
he and I?
Would it be miles, or inches?
Hours, or days?
When what I want
only seconds and swift.
The shortest distance
his lips and mine.
The most desperate
How long could it be?
Enough to hear him say
before I feel…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on June 23, 2013 at 11:05pm — No Comments
below the yellow street lamp glow.
White T- shirt,
black pressed pants.
He is wearing The Uniform.
are tucked away
in his pockets.
He shuffles his feet from side to side
and looks up,
he is saying something.
I do not remember
Added by Aideed Medina on June 19, 2013 at 4:00pm — No Comments
Let’s talk about the pile of elephant dung in the middle of the room; namely, that adults in Fresno and Clovis consider a print from Target or Wal-Mart to be on the same level as an original painting from a local artist. Why is this? Well, I believe it is because they don’t think of paintings as a cultural medium, but as mere decorator objects. I think this belief was created…Continue
No tengo ganas de quererlo,
no tengo voluntad de hacerlo.
Quisiera olvidar que existe junto al mar.
No quiero ya pensarlo,
Ni su nombre escribir,
pero habla un loca que no sabe contemplar,
lo bello que puede ser la vida sin saber que él está,
en alguna playa,
que me tiene embrujada,
y mi alma no deja
en tonos mudos,
canciones caprichosas que nunca ha de…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on May 21, 2013 at 8:00pm — No Comments
Esos ojos hermosos
esos ojos son míos.
Aunque tú no lo quieras, aunque yo no lo digo.
Por esas dos almendras oscuras
me he perdido
en trastorno sublime.
Los traigo en mi sangre,
los llevo escondidos,
muy dentro de mi alma.
Son mi sueño adorado.
Son mi tierno castigo,
pues no he de tenerlos, nunca, conmigo.
Cuando halagan tu distante mirada,
Si vieras, con qué orgullo reclamo.
Como si fueras…Continue
weathered down stone,
playing a daytime hum.
I know you have a
night time song
Somewhere on the sidewalks
we rush on,
high heeled steps
Star Bucks drowned.
The law club
and the paper bound.
and briefings cloud the mind.
We wake up
walking into the
sealed away in cell…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on May 11, 2013 at 11:00am — No Comments
I am so excited to tell you about this new ArtHop! I am working with BOOT (Business of Old Town Clovis) and they have agreed to provide space for 35 artists, once a month, at their upcoming Friday night Farmer’s Markets.
This is an amazing opportunity for the local artists and a really nice addition to the Farmer’s Market. On average, they have about 5,000 people come thru their Market every Friday – wow! They are very excited about having the artists…Continue
Added by Meg Oakford on May 4, 2013 at 4:47pm — No Comments
When I started FresnoArts.net over 5 years ago, I envisioned a connected community of artists in Central Valley where discussions and debate on how to make Fresno County thrive through the arts and culture industry.
Today, I would like to ask if someone (either an individual or organization) could take on the vision and shared responsibility with the Fresno Arts Council to operate and maintain this social network. It's with deep sadness that I have to pass on…Continue
The tender little flowering feelings, embryonic, on the surface of my being,
not deep enough to call them anything
we all carry,
ready to unmask us
Added by Aideed Medina on April 22, 2013 at 4:11pm — No Comments
He took the spark and doused the flame, with octane,
he lit the tendrils that connect the mundane with the insane.
He blurred the lines of my red stained
Smeared it all across his neck.
he bites down when it’s crazy,
and the feeling is compelling,
and the music is unending,
and I can’t refrain.
Tied up in the sheets again,
Who wants to be found,
It’s so good to get…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on April 21, 2013 at 10:30am — No Comments