Viewers will think it’s only a print when they view it, if you don’t put your whole body and mind into it. The sun in your head, a storm in your heart, is a good start. Now lie down for hours among sunflowers. Then, when the storm passes, don’t cut off your ear, paint this […]
Tag: American poetry
Old Sol is low in the sky, drifting down Resting in the meager filtered shade On this hillock we can see the distant horizon Before us stretches the limitless plane Almost totally flat except for a Tor Standing stark and naked ebony Silhouetted against the brilliant firmament Protruding towards the heavens,rocky and rugged And the […]
