Emily Dickinson

Many of us encountered Emily Dickinson in our adolescence -- and left her there, along with a lot of other high school English-class figures. In fact, Emily was the first poet I knew by name, and I re-read her often. I admire her artistic explorations, her sense of self and her bravery in searching out themes. As a painter, I can only hope to attain her level of individual expression. I believe that these paintings both stand alone and serve as translations. I was inspired when I learned that Emily referred to the act of writing poetry as her "painting" sessions.

Watercolor with oil pastel on paper 7"x9"

The mountains grow unnoticed,

Their purple fissures rise

Without attempt, exhaustion,

Assistance or applause.

 

In their eternal faces

The sun with broad delight

Looks long -- and last -- and golden,

For fellowship at night.

 

Emily Dickinson

 
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