The Chess Art Thread

Irving Amen  "Chess Players"

What's not to love about this one, four players hovered over a chessboard....sound asleep.

phishcake5 wrote:

Thanks everyone #:)

lenity, I wonder, in the Mckean are they playing strip chess:?  Perhaps it would've been more PC to have the guy naked and the girl fully clothed in this day and age....well anyway, I prefer it the way it is.

Sculpture anyone? 

Absolutely. I had the same discussion about the painting. The male is so complex. Facial features, layers of clothing, open gestures... but this woman is naked, hunched and no hint of a face. It makes me curious why he painted it this way.

But I'm still a fan of his work regardless. lol

Moshe Rynechi  "Chess Table"

Justin Micheal Jenkins  "The Anatomization of the Laws of Chess"

Mariella Isastia  "Untitled"

Am I blind, crazy, at a slow-loading computer, or was there a great painting of a tall woman in a huge coat, almost like plumage in shades of brown, carrying a crescent moon in a bird cage, walking across a chess board on the first page of this thread that is no longer there? 

Nope, none of the above.  We lost all of Quix's posts, not sure what happened.

Mariella Isastia  "Improvviso"

               Unos Caballos

               --Jorge Guillen

There are several horses grazing in the field,
Motionless almost, untroubled as the grass

Silently growing there in the light of the natural
Morning before the biginning of anything human.

Docile in the confines of the pasture,
These hairy, unyoked, idle, quiet creatures,

In vegetative peacefulness show no sign
Of understanding.  Their tranquil eyes and ears

Know nothing of the vigil that they keep.
The serenity of heaven is realized

In their obliviousness of it, grazing there.

                   David Ferry

Hi thought I would add my bronze chess set for you all to look at.   You can see  more pics at www.fraserartworks.com.

I took a look, very interesting set, thanks Cameron #:)  Does it see any action?

Sergey Demenchenko  "Dominoes"

                             Boneshaker

Not to need a horse, or have to wait for a carriage,
To slip away, jut away, pedal off

On a whim or in a fury, without permission or charge,
With nothing but wind and pebbles,

Cumulus dust or a heckle of driven rain,
In knickers or barn bibs--and one day, bloomers--

Out of the sweltering clan, fetid farmhouse,
Loose on a lane of poplars upright as gendarmes,

Churning rutted roads speckled with poppies,
Grazed by pheasant or hare,

Into night, if need be, or dawn's lavender light
Before anyone checks the beds,

Out of the argument, or the sermon,
To the spokes, and wheels, the steering bar and column,

The wooden seat seared to the tailbone,
The spinal S a serpentine lash

In a field of raspberries unglimpsed from trains,
Something idiosyncratic, shaped by will

And fueled by muscle, a boneshaker
Taking its rider away--there!--or anywhere.

                        Teresa Cader

Michael Goller  "Erinnerung An Light"

                  Horses

                  --for Tom Sleigh

It is true that, as he said, the horses,
When the lightning signaled something
Along the horizon, acknowledged the signaling,

Moving about in extraordinary beauty
Of shifting and neighing, flicker of ear,
Changings of pace, slidings, turnings,

The delicate legs finding out something
The ground could tell them, interpreting
The sky's statement of oncoming darkness.

The storm was doing whatever it does,
Matrix of signaling, along the horizon.
In the valley the houses were brilliantly

Clear, the storm's darkness was making
Possible a perfect delineation,
The houses' edges brimming with light.

                David Ferry

Sergey Demenchenko  "Illumination of Purple Shades"

                 The Knight

A knight rides into the noon
and his helmet points to the sun,
and a thousand splintered suns
are the gaiety of his mail.
The soles of his feet glitter
and his palms flash in reply,
and under his crackling banner
he rides like a ship in sail.

A knight rides into the noon,
and only his eye is living,
a lump of bitter jelly
set in a metal mask,
betraying rags and tatters
that cling to the flesh beneath
and wear his nerves to ribbons
under the radiant casque.

Who will unhorse this rider
and free him from between
the walls of iron, the emblems
crushing his chest with their weight?
Will, they defeat him gently,
or leave him hurled on the green,
his rags and wounds still hidden
under that great breastplate?

           Adrienne Rich

Hi Phishcake5,

The bronze one has seen a bit and there are a few sets with private collectors and one I am making that is on its way to New York by the end of the year which I imagine will see some action.  It is a great set to play with the feel of the pieces and the weight of them etc.

Sofia Polgar  "knight Crying"

Polgar  "Three Sisters"

Notes for the above game Shirov vs. Polgar were by Graham Burgess, John Nunn & John Emms...put the info in with the post but somehow it didn't get included

this is awesome

        Depth of Field

     Victorian Portraits

Could we keep it up
as they did, five or ten
minutes at a stretch,

Poised and exposed
before the slowed shutter
shuts us down?

A sigh, absentminded
shift or blink, and the image
blurs successive

selves together.  Could we
gaze at time's measured
passage without a flinch,

look truth right back at it,
our characters deepening
visibly as we sit

waiting for nothing more
than to stop the wait--
mouth taut, eyes remote

or anguished, a presence
surfacing we hadn't known
inside us.

      Winifred Hughes