Distance nor time, could she discern, as he was cast from bow to stern. And so, she waited ever still. With baited breath, with bridled will. And he'd forgotten lives before. And knew not where tomorrow bore. Though in the end, they're both the same: time to space, and weft to wain.
cs ellingtonthis is one of my favourite paintings, of all time.
March 24, 2011 at 9:04 pm
Tracie ThomasThis reminds me of a story I always wanted to write. The picture is beautiful. I do not know how anyone can create such beautiful art. I can't wait to see more. This is my favorite out of your collection that's shown...but the others are just as beautiful.
March 26, 2011 at 11:12 am
Lia MeliaIt is very beautiful. As always, the eye goes exactly where you want it to. The focus here is on the hands. And the eye is trained to follow across to the light on the left tapestry.. then back to the departing vessel. The pathos of the figure, the way the body tucks up in a way so common to women, is wonderfully executed.... as always.
Tabitha Wilson...amazing, so arresting, I just cannot stop looking at this. It does give such pleasure as mentioned by Cynthia. It has made me forget all my worries and become restful with the sitter... just beautiful.