A new (for me) model at a new location :
the model didn't feel well, perhaps influencing the mood of the painting.
It was a fun experience, nevertheless.
I have some new smaller canvases, 9 x 12 and will try some dailyish still lifes, at least until the tangerines hold up!
Here are two:
Showing posts with label Cups. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cups. Show all posts
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Bring Me the Sunset in a Cup
Bring me the sunset in a cup
by Emily Dickinson
128
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?
I found this wonderful poem and thought it fit well for this painting. The painting underwent a bit of alterations as I thought it was too structured with divisions across.
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Some more redos lately, as I felt these 2 paintings needed a bit more! (so much for my Less is More post!)
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?
I found this wonderful poem and thought it fit well for this painting. The painting underwent a bit of alterations as I thought it was too structured with divisions across.
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| Yellow by Nancy Blum |
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| Orange by Nancy Blum |
Some more redos lately, as I felt these 2 paintings needed a bit more! (so much for my Less is More post!)
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Happy Easter and Passover
Here's my bunny from the High Museum Garden tour last spring. The painting is now living at the beautiful home (and garden) of the bunny in Buckhead.
A face: (A Closer Look, Oil)
And some more cups!
"My Cup Runneth Over", oil
and, "I Promise You a Rose Garden"
A face: (A Closer Look, Oil)
And some more cups!
"My Cup Runneth Over", oil
and, "I Promise You a Rose Garden"
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