Artists and Blogs You Might Enjoy

One of the most original artists I've come across lately is Vitche, a Brazilian street/graffiti artist whose art was described as  "urban interventions about environmental themes and general conscience."   He now makes art in a great variety of media, including wood, puppets, iron, mud, canvas and photography.  I can only describe the style of his work as eclectic, and truly his own. 

carved wood sculpture, untitled, by Vitche

carved wood sculpture by Vitche

untitled painting by Vitche

untitled sculpture by Vitche

You can find Vitche's blog here.

I have fallen in love with the blog- called BICOCACOLORS- of Spanish photographer Elena Nuez.  I don't know much about her, because her blog contains very few words- just photo after fantastic photo.  Each engaging post is a mini-portfolio of related images, sometimes of the same object from different viewpoints, and sometimes of objects tied together by shape, color, or theme.  Here, take a look; you'll see what I mean:

These images

are just a few

from the amazing post

called "Colors."

These are a small sampling

from the post "Riotinto"

by Elena Nuez.

Aren't they gorgeous?

Last, but in no way least, I'm happy to announce that my dear friend Ken Lobitz has started a blog called Kinniconick.  He eloquently tells the story of Kinniconick Creek, including memories and stories of the many years he and his family camped and fished at Shabo Mekaw.

For those who aren't familiar, Ken is the man who, back in the 1960's, built the original cabin on the beautiful 60 acre property my husband and I now own in Lewis County, Kentucky.

I mention Shabo-Mekaw  here fairly often; it is my sanctuary from the rat race, and I find much inspiration and spiritual renewal there. We only recently came to know Ken, in a somewhat strange manner- you can read about it here.

Ken is a gifted writer- I only wish I could write half as well.  Here's a little sample from his blog, Kinniconick:

"Kinniconick has survived into the twenty-first century.  We can only pray that it will always flow.  My memories go back more than seventy-five years and I remember the tales of my father and grandfather before me, so I have stories to tell."