I love the fall colors and light and shadows in this autumn scene. Of course it has reflective water and a boat too and another of Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot's wonderful skies. Hope you enjoy this painting, too.
I'd like to feature another contempory artist today. I admire this artist greatly and I enjoy her paintings. Mary Jane Q Cross paints with her fingertips.
Here is a documentary about her life and her work.
Here is a link to her website and finally, the title of a book of her poetry and paintings, Poems of a Painter, Paintings of a Prayer. Mary Jane's poetry is beautiful, deep and moving as are her paintings. Hands Across the Sea by John Philip Sousa
The Moon
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
Song On May Morning | ||
| by John Milton | ||
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
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