Tuesday, April 04, 2006
This painting was somewhat inspired by this poem:
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by me name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
- WB Yeats
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2 comments:
This is one of my favorite poems (it actually inspired the name of my blog - "Silver Apples"). I also quite like your accompanying painting. What media did you 'mix' on in?
Thanks for the comment, tlc.
I am using acrylic, oil, texture media (modelling paste, sand, etc.), and Gold Leaf.
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