I shouldn't really post these--they're both "off" ... but, in my uplanned haitus from painting and blogging, I missed so many poets' birthdays--William Carlos Williams, T. S. Eliot, and W. S. Merwin in September; Wallace Stevens, e. e. cummings, Dylan Thomas, Pound and Keats in October; and, already in December, Rilke and Demore Schwartz--that I couldn't let another go by.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea--
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep eternity!
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?
--Emily Dickinson
These are both lovely. And I like that you've posted them without a lot of tweaking of details, so we can see how cleanly you've captured character as well as likeness.
ReplyDeleteNice work! They are both clearly portraits of E.D., but I like how the second one is a more sultry version, with almond-shape eyes and full lips.
ReplyDeleteAs for the other poets, there's always next year!
Will you be posting a self-portrait on Saturday?
I could not get the lips, made a mess of them both times!
ReplyDeleteIt's curious though, if you look at the photo, her lips are very full, but she appears to be holding them firmly closed!
Thanks for the visit! I have missed your sweet comments!!
ReplyDeleteI am SO jealous of your upcoming trip! Happy Holidays to you ~~
xoxo Laura
Hi Laura,
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad to see that you're blogging again. I am in Italy and can't comment very often because I have to go to an internet store to use the computer. What lovely work. Off? I don't think so.
Take care,
Barbara