Anticipation

 “Whereas during those months of separation time had never gone quickly enough for their liking and they were wanting to speed its flight, now that they were in sight of the town they would have liked to slow it down and hold each moment in suspense, once the brakes went on and the train was entering the station. For the sensation, confused perhaps, but none the less poignant for that, of all those days and weeks and months of life lost to their love made them vaguely feel they were entitled to some compensation; this present hour of joy should run at half the speed of those long hours of waiting.” 

― Albert Camus, The Plague

"ANTICIPATION"

Oil on 12x12" gallery-wrapped linen

Some good news....this summer I was accepted into the first annual Online American Impressionist Society Show. I felt extremely honored to be included among so many talented artists. The piece, below: "Unchained Melody" (14x11" oil; sold) is still one of my personal favorites. 

Without a Doubt....a painting and a poem....

“Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing—
that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and falling. And I do.”

― Mary Oliver, House of Light

This painting, "Without a Doubt" is painted from life in oil on an 11x14" linen panel.

Wishing you well and moments of beauty during this unusual time.

I would love to receive your ideas for future poems to be posted with my art. You can include them in the comment section below or by contacting me through my Website, which is a good way to see my other paintings! ;)

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Winter Song

Winter - Poem by Walter de la Mare

Clouded with snow 

The cold winds blow, 

And shrill on leafless bough 

The robin with its burning breast 

Alone sings now. 

The rayless sun, 

Day's journey done, 

Sheds its last ebbing light 

On fields in leagues of beauty spread 

Unearthly white. 

Thick draws the dark, 

And spark by spark, 

The frost-fires kindle, and soon 

Over that sea of frozen foam 

Floats the white moon. 

"Winter Song" 

Oil on 10x8" on linen panel

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