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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Hope from separation, watercolor

Hope, 5 by 7 watercolor, 300 lb. d'Arches, digitally enhanced for Walt
"When lilacs last in in the dooryard bloom'd
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky at night..."
                                                             --Walt Whitman
There are no more powerful words  in American literature...they express grief, love, passion, and to me also, hope for the future amid separation and loss.Yesterday's painting mentioning Frost was happenstance. Today, I've been thinking about Walt Whitman, and my favorite lines of poetry and what they mean, to me.
I'm not there yet in painting, especially this one after three attempts, but I know, in the face of tragedy, or loss, of grief,  of separation, there is hope of "ever returning spring," of beauty, of live and love.
Today's painting approaches that, not as well as I want, because life and lilacs are more beautiful, but hope, like spring lilacs fill your senses with what is beyond separation.
Day 26 WorldWatercolorMonth challenge
Palette--Prussian blue, Aurelin yellow, Alizirine crimson, Ultamarine blue

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