Circlism Clarified and Defined for the Ages!

            To all you posers out there...I have to say I look around to see on search engines for Circlism, and from a person obessessed with circumcision to high school kids who all think they know what Circlism is.  Circlism first off does not have any kind of negative connotations. It has nothing to do with Marxist ideas or any kind of religion. Let it be known for the ages that a circle is a geometric shape. It's understandable to think that a circle can be an endless vicious cycle; so it is easy to adopt all the negativity. The shape can easily be misunderstood. If you want to mess with the circle you are going to mess with its true pureness. Infinity symbol should be what all these people should be after not the circle. Many different artists throughout the ages have used different styles and techniques to create their artwork. 
             The circle is a tool that allows the viewer to expand his knowledge and awareness. Artists such as Monet, Manet, and Van Gogh were able to use techniques that allowed the world to see their vision filtered through their imagination. Hence, we get pointillism. Points- a tool used to create and enhance an image as seen by these artists. So the circle- a tool used by me to enhance the way I view an image. Images are so subjective in their very nature. Think of an accident scene: if a police officer were to ask each person what happened; each person's own perspective of what occurred would be revealed to us.
              Which brings me to Picasso and what he viewed as beautiful as to what we as a consumer society view as beautiful. Picasso was able to absorb the world around him and, allow others to see his beauty through these images that looked strange or odd to the human eye. (or the viewer) In reality what he created was his vision that invoked a style of beauty.
                Within this premise,  Circlism,  is a tool that I use to invoke a style of beauty. So please if you read this do not place negative stereotypes on such an innocent bystander as the circle. The circle can be used as a positive force in understanding the world around us. I can think of several images which first being that the sun to our eye is like a circle; bringing life through its rays of pure heat and energy. In biblical pictures halos which are the shape of circles that a sense of goodness and well being is revealed to us. The circle itself has no sides, but is curvaceous. The simple idea of roundness is attractive to human nature. Circles have a style which no other shape possesses. The style that comes out is one of bounciness.

So for the sake of argument to all those who think they know what circlism is; please leave it alone for Circlism has now been defined for the ages see: www.circlism.com

...CIRCLISM... (sur`kliz`em) n. application of paint by diagramming an image in terms of tiny circles or figures to create an effect of subtle and complex dimensions. A school of painting exemplified by Stresino in the early 21st century United States. {Middle English cercle from old French, from Latin circulus} circle- a plane curve everywhere equidistant from a given fixed point, the center. surklizt n. & adj. sur`kliz`tic adj. Compare pointillism.

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The Story of Circlism is a wonderful book that lead me on a journey full of fantasy and adventure. I got captured by the vivid colors and graphic pictures of Edward Stresino's artwork. I also loved the featured stories in the book. The colorful illustrations that went along with the stories took me on a kaleidoscopic roller coaster ride and set the scene on each page. I believe The Story of Circlism is a "must read" for artist, art appreciators, and for those that just enjoy a good read and a bright perspective.

Tara Gipson 
News Journalist


 

In honor of Trayvon Martin: Justice for All

A Tribute to the beliefs of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. :  Justice for All  by: Edward C. Stresino                                                 

       I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹ I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2 This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring! And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that: Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.-

Another Review for The Story of Circlism !

    It is amazing to me that Edward can draw these tiny circles and make such beautiful paintings out of them!

    Some of the titles of Edward's paintings that are showcased in his book are very enlightening such as: Heaven & Hell,  Galaxy, Justice for All, and True Love !

                                           

Heaven & Hell by: Ed Stresino



Galaxy by: Ed Stresino



Justice for All by: Ed Stresino



True Love by: Ed Stresino

    I also loved the story The Frog & The Scorpion !  The frog and the scorpion die,  but the female frog wins in the end!

Signed by,

Daniel R. Coursen
Teacher

******  A Six Star Book!

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I was looking at my Open Diary entries and found these that truly stood out :

Galaxy2+edited

Galaxy2+edited

Revisiting photobucket and came across this very descriptive explanation of Galaxy2 painting!

Galaxy 2 is a synthesis of many celestial bodies revealing the beauty of our universe. In January 2002, a faint star on the outer edges of the Milky Way flared to 600,000 times the luminosity of the Sun. By April the flare had subsided but its echoes were still reaching Earth years later. This remarkable time lapse bloom is conjured from light bounced back from ever wider shells of debris ejected by V838 Monocerotis during a previous outburst. In the painting this would be the center. On the left side of the painting is an Eagle Nebula- hewn from a dense cloud of hydrogen by a torrent of plasma, this iconic stagalamite is replete with compact pockets of gas dubbed Evaporating Gas Globules or EGGs. Within many EGGs, protostars are quickening in a race against time as their sustaining gas yolk is boiled away by photoevaporation. On the bottom right is the Sun with the energy of up to a billion megatons of TNT, solar flares can hurl clouds of plasma into space a velocities approaching the speed of light and cover a region the size of many Earths. This eruption measured over 100,000 kilometers (62,000 miles) in height. Solar flares are believed to result from the violent release of the magnetic energy from the area surrounding sunspots. On the right side of the painting is Pleiades- the ancient Greeks recognized Pleiades, as the children of Atlas. Their blue veil is a passing dust cloud! All this information is excerpted from Universe: A Journey from Earth to the Edge of the Cosmos by Nicolas Cheetham.

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