A Vastness, as a Neighbour, came,
A Wisdom, without Face or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.
Photomontage and acrylic on wood panel 12" x 12"
This is the seventh in the Emily Dickinson Series. The first line of this poem is: "The Crickets sang" if you want to Google it.
posted by Sheila Vaughan at 11:09 AM
4 Comments:
I hope you are satisfied with this one, Sheila, just the way it is. Ne touche pas. It is very special just the way it is! Merry Christmas!
Dear Marcia - you have no idea how many "re-works" this has gone through over the past few days. I am sure people looking at it would think it was done in 10 minutes but in fact it has taken ages. But I think, yes, I am satisfied with it now. Thanks Marcia, Merry Christmas to you too and all the best for 2012.
I agree with Marcia,
this is gorgeous. Is that you with your mother? I love the photo and the painting.
XO Barbara
Merry, Merry Christmas. All of your work has paid off. The painting is amazing.
Hi Barbara, thanks, no that isn't my mum (you can see her in the first in the series - That Love is all there is). This is me with a neighbour. I think she was called Flora Lowe. In those days neighbourliness was much more common it seems.
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