Where human works come together in unity with nature Light and silence sanctifies their union
Tag: Painting
The Olive Grove
In grove of green Luscious light forms fruit Where ancient tracks formed By horse-drawn carts Sit alongside to advise the process
To share is human:
Assumptions (14)
I look at paintings and I think
How full and wondrous it must be
To see or dream, and then to make
That vision a reality.
How I would love, with colored brush,
To bring a world inside my mind
To canvas for the world too see,
And leave this drab gray one behind —
But then recall, with some chagrin,
My father was an artist who
Put brush and paint away for good
When he was only thirty-two.
For though he loved to paint, he was
In a too-common situation:
What he could see, he couldn’t match,
And so stopped out of sheer
Frustration
To share is human:
Good Friends
She and she were best of friends
A century past, in a sunny place;
Brought back to vibrant life today
In art by William Merritt Chase
I saw a gallery of his work
And stopped and gazed, hour on hour’
And felt, somehow, that I had been
Where he had been, by some strange power
Been on the beach, or in a grove,
Been in a park, or off in Spain;
Or been with two friends on a lawn
In some way that I can’t explain
And like this woman and this dog
I felt a kinship to this man
I’d never heard of anywhere
Before I saw his work, firsthand
To share is human:
Sunny Spain
I wish I was in sunny Spain
Where I could find my life again
And breathe the air of inspiration
At least, in my imagination
I’d travel to a distant spot
That modern times had long forgot
And work all day out on the land
A healthy, fit and tanning man –
Or maybe not. That doesn’t sound
Like what life’s like when I’m around:
More likely, in my ease arrayed
I’d sip sangria in the shade
To share is human:
Coastal View
The strand between earth and sea
Hangs suspended
As does this moment
To share is human:
Spectacular
Spectacular views
Defy things
Like photography
To share is human:
Tohono O’odham Village
The old world is still
Here and now
Under a shared sun
To share is human:
Evening Landscape With Ferryman
The dying day
The coming night
The smell of trees
The waterside
The fishers’ talk
The minutes go
Exquisite art
Common Corot
