21.7x82.7 in ~ Painting, Acrylic
She is trilled with Joy. Fierce waves crash into a gray, mythical past somewhere on a coast where the Celts lived.
Give me the ocean give me the sea. Staring in the water gives tranquillity. Keep it light keep it simple (somethimes hard to do). One time it is more green one time it is more blue. It is always a balancing act. Sometimes emotions are hard to bear. So keep it light, laugh and cry. That is a great experience. When I look it up if I write it right this poem came up.
The moon and the moon's reflex in the night, Nor blot with floating shades the solar light. ... Clear and bright it should be ever, Flowing like a crystal river; Bright as light, and clear as wind: Clear as summer ... And yet, though its voice be so clear and full, You would never hear it—your ears are so dull; So keep where you are: you are foul with Sun ..
Blackwood's Magazine: Volume 31
1 januari 1832
W. Blackwood
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