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Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Silk Painting and A Poem ```Offered by MysticSilks

If you have been following my blog,
you'll note that recently I have been pairing my paintings along with poems by e.e.cummings.
This painting was inspired by a photo that my son took while he was stationed in Alaska. I was so impressed by the photo that I created both this silk painting and a water color painting.
The poem by ee cummings that fits best with this silk painting is:

when face called flowers float out of the ground```e.e.cummings

when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having
-but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)

when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving
-but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)

when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living
-but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)

Ah,yes (all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)

Thank you for reading.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

touching you i say(it being Spring

I've paired up my silk painting, " Picasso's Moon"
along with another of e.e.cummings wonderful
poems. Let me know what you think.

touching you i say(it being Spring

and night)"let us go a very little beyond

the last road---there's something to be found"

and smiling you answer"everything

turns into something else, and slips away....

(these leaves are Thingish with moondrool

and i am so very little afraid")

i say

"along this particular road the moon if you'll

notice follows us like a big yellow dog. You

don't believe? look back.(Along the sand

behind us, a big yellow dog that' it's red

a big red dog that may be owned by who


only turn a little your. so. And

there's the moon , there is something faithful and mad"

Thank you for reading.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

A Wintery Poem by Robert Frost----MysticSilks

willowtreepottery on, created a treasury using my " Snow Angels" painting. She was inspired to create a wintery treasury using this poem of Robert Frost:
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Selling Fine Art Online~~~~~~~MysticSilks

Selling fine art online is a challenge. And, I can understand why buyers are, for the most part, hesitant to purchase. The texture of the paint strokes in a painting are difficult for the artists to photograph;the camera simply can not pick up the color nuances found in a painting.
As an example, this photograph of my silk painting " Faeries in Our Midst" does not capture the soft blue patina on the fairy statue or the grooves in the stump she sits upon.
The subtle green colors of the leaves in the trees;nor the fact that a breeze is blowing through that tree.
Also, in viewing the second photo, can you see the faint images of people sitting between the stump and the bush of roses?
I have this painting displayed next to my bed. Each day I get to look at the beauty of this painting, and I see it in a way that a camera just can not capture.
Thank you for reading, and viewing.