Today I finally attacked this studio with the vacuum cleaner-1st time since sometime last spring. Maybe I’m finding my feet again or just finding a large measure of resolve.
I am working with more studies of waves and beginning to experiment with the palette knife. I also found this sort-of poem with in myself and choose to share it with you.
Lament
Fate is the hunter that fashions
A fiction we cannot escape.
Caught, forced to choose
We step blinded by blurring translations
Into an irrevocable present
Constructing our souls to an
Outward smile that drowns tears
Within
Fortitude lifts a brush of
Emerald green-defines the bay.
Mindset focuses on the way
We climb the path to a destiny,
Our imperfect present
Passing by the ocean empty
We leave our hearts
To drown
Angel in the dust
Holly Hall
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Love the looseness and the action of the waves
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Me too.
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It’s a really lovely painting, Holly! Love the looseness too! 🙂
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Thanks Anne!
I am looking forward to summer when i can get down to the shore and really study the shapes and values that are so badly needed.
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