Father of Circlism

A technique that utilizes circles as a method of applying paint or any medium that one uses. The circles bring out the subject or it can also camouflage the subject. It depends on the viewer's point of view. See www.circlism.com Painting in the method of Circlism which was first discovered by me in 1985. It was used in 1996 in sketches that I made and finally in 2000 was used with oils on masonite.

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Showing posts with label Justice For All. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Art Majeur: Circlism Paintings!


 


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...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.

My name is Edward C. Stresino.


The breakthrough occured in highschool. In my sophomore year I became fascinated with spontaneous cell separations as a means of constructing and deconstructing visual images. Eleven years later in 1996 I found myself visualizing landscapes in the same terms. As my self-confidence grew I discovered a technique of my own. I refer to this technique as Circlism and it means to paint by diagramming an image in terms of tiny circles or figures. Words can only begin to project the idea which becomes meaningful when the viewer is in front of a full size painting.

As I proceed I feel that each painting is a further step ahead. Each painting is becoming more complex and intricate. I see me paintings as a means to achieve more complete awareness and to penetrate more deeply into contemporary perception.

All my current paintings are 48"x48" inches square which means big in relationship to the minimal images you are looking at on htis website. In order to get the full experience I am now exhibiting the paintings by private appointment. Contact me at my e-mail or P.O.Box which you will find on the contact page.

A Statement about each of my Paintings:

As we enter the world of Circlism we begin to understand the idea of creating or dividing images into bigger or smaller components. In other words, components are visualized in their most particular and integral state of being and then are reintegrated into the composition seen as a whole. This is the enigma that each of us must discover.

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Sunday, July 14, 2013

In honor of Trayvon Martin: Justice for All

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.,Justice for All, circlism,Gandhi,Frederick Douglas,W.E.B. Dubois,Sojourner Truth,Emmet Till,Rosa Parks,Thurgood Marshall,Abraham Lincoln,Scales of Justice
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.-
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Friday, June 21, 2013

Justice for All: Included in Blogs.24.com in South Africa by Jeanihess

First off I want to say wow!  You did a very impressive job of collecting all the Scales of Justice Images!  You also made some very good points!!!!  Congratulations on doing a very thorough job of getting your point across, and thanks for including my painting Justice for All! -Ed Stresino-
    

Jeanihess from South Africa
created a picture blog that demonstrates different notions of justice using different images of the Scales of Justice on a blogger called Blogs.24.com

Picturesque JUSTICE

by: Jeanihess

March 22, 2013: in South Africa, uncategorized

Had some fun with Justice hey; the Scales of Justice to be exact.

We can’t quite get from here to here:








People talk about JUSTICE; wear it as tattoos like a badge:




The scales of Water Justice:




They talk a lot about women and children and even more about Nature and the Environment:







A bit like Voster and Verwoerd I thought:







and do we trust JUSTICE when it seems to be bought- available to the rich but not to the poor?



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Where does our JUSTICE come from? Young super heroes:









horoscopes?



Justice of power and violence?







Justice For All:



                




  Justice for All: by: Ed Stresino
 Equality for all people is a universal battle that engages all of us. The fight for justice is rooted in a human struggle towards this basic human right. 
 -Edward C. Stresino-





 




Flag of the People’s 21st Century Revolution Free Faction Scales:


The Rainbow Justice:

                         

Perhaps a joke as a yoke for the oppressed and poor?






1.They should get out of the bush and into education hey- but whose?








2.Statue of Justice missing sword and scales   3.Realtor Kickbacks



Thoth and Ammit depicted as the Scales of Justice.

This girl is the scales of justice.

Apparently even St. Peter believes in the scales of justice.












Scales of Justice peeking Perhaps JUSTICE is NOT blind?


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