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mixin to thrill (volcano) Print

Philip Leister

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ABOUT THE ARTWORK

Here comes the sun, a handsome bit of weather Oh, we lost nothing, nothing in the hurricane So why freeze now? This is not a stickup The reading's not exactly clear, it could be something atmospheric So we keep going, going Going up that slope leading to a volcano Lower the rope, right into a volcano And if it blows then we'll go out with a bang, oh Last thing we'll know is the blast of a volcano Can you imagine me all dipped in glowing colour? Oh, your great love split up, swallowed by the burnin' light While a million years of rock go slippin' under Acting like a stone is so young and just runnin' like a river downhill But we keep going, going Going, going Going up that slope leading to a volcano Lower the rope, right into a volcano And if it blows then we'll go out with a bang, oh Last thing we'll know is the blast of a volcano Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh See the sky explode and welcome us home See the sky explode and welcome us home See the sky (oh, oh) explode And welcome us home (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) See the sky (oh, oh) explode And welcome us home (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) And welcome us Going, going Going up that slope leading to a volcano Lower the rope, right into a volcano And if it blows then we'll go out with a bang, oh Last thing we'll know is the blast of a volcano Last thing we'll know is (and welcome us home) the blast of a volcano (See the sky) last thing we'll know is (explode) Last thing we'll know is (and welcome us home) the blast of a volcano See the sky (oh, oh) explode And welcome us home (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) See the sky (oh, oh) explode And welcome us home (oh, oh, oh, oh) 'Volcano' by Dragonette Songwriters: Martina Sorbara / Dan Kurtz

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Giclee on Canvas

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16 W x 16 H x 1.25 D in

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17.75 W x 17.75 H x 1.25 D in

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I’m (I am?) a self-taught artist, originally from the north suburbs of Chicago (also known as John Hughes' America). Born in 1984, I started painting in 2017 and began to take it somewhat seriously in 2019. I currently reside in rural Montana and live a secluded life with my three dogs - Pebbles (a.k.a. Jaws, Brandy, Fang), Bam Bam (a.k.a. Scrat, Dinki-Di, Trash Panda, Dug), and Mystique (a.k.a. Lady), and five cats - Burglekutt (a.k.a. Ghostmouse Makah), Vohnkar! (a.k.a. Storm Shadow, Grogu), Falkor (a.k.a. Moro, The Mummy's Kryptonite, Wendigo, BFC), Nibbler (a.k.a. Cobblepot), and Meegosh (a.k.a. Lenny). Part of the preface to the 'Complete Works of Emily Dickinson helps sum me up as a person and an artist: "The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson long since called ‘the Poetry of the Portfolio,’ something produced absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind. Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism and the enforced conformity to accepted ways. On the other hand, it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and unconventional utterance of daring thoughts. In the case of the present author, there was no choice in the matter; she must write thus, or not at all. A recluse by temperament and habit, literally spending years without settling her foot beyond the doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind, like her person, from all but a few friends; and it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print during her lifetime, three or four poems. Yet she wrote verses in great abundance; and though brought curiosity indifferent to all conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own, and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious fastidiousness." -Thomas Wentworth Higginson "Not bad... you say this is your first lesson?" "Yes, but my father was an *art collector*, so…"

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