What a beautiful painting. It reminds me of the Northern California hills where I ride horses and run with my dogs. I can almost smell the coloriful blossoms on your trees and feel the fresh air. – Lori Margulies
Poem inspired by this wonderful painting - also on my blog - diamond poetry.
Hot Sky
Blood runs in the wood. Sweet beauty, don’t you want to tell the world about that feeling for which there are no words, sweet beauty that draws tremor and pain like a wire through the body’s arches, through the brain, up and down the spine. I see your picture, your time. Winter black branches draw geographical designs in space, delta networks bleeding with the hot bay of twilight blues -- a chorus behind, waiting for the wintry moon: a chanting silence -- beauty and sadness, sadness and beauty.
I love to paint and try to do so every day. I am having immense fun blogging. I love being in touch with so many good artists and seing their art. I learn a lot about painting this way. I especially enjoy participating in the challenges.
What a beautiful painting. It reminds me of the Northern California hills where I ride horses and run with my dogs. I can almost smell the coloriful blossoms on your trees and feel the fresh air. – Lori Margulies
ReplyDeleteThanks for your sensitive comments. I live in Western North Carolina where there are a lot of beautiful trees. too.
ReplyDeleteThis one is exceptional, Sil! Just a kiss of color and so very much depth. Also,another great title for a lovely painting. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great painting. I want it. Please send it to me right away.
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Glad you liked Blue Dusk so much. It shall be yours very soon.Silvia
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ReplyDeletePoem inspired by this wonderful painting - also on my blog - diamond poetry.
ReplyDeleteHot Sky
Blood runs in the wood.
Sweet beauty,
don’t you want to tell the world about that feeling
for which there are no words,
sweet beauty that draws tremor and pain
like a wire through the body’s arches,
through the brain,
up and down the spine.
I see your picture, your time.
Winter black branches
draw geographical designs in space,
delta networks
bleeding with the hot bay
of twilight blues --
a chorus behind,
waiting for the wintry moon:
a chanting silence --
beauty and sadness,
sadness and beauty.
Thanks Jim, your poem is wonderful. Silvia
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