Monday, August 3, 2009

"Light in Spring"

Light in Spring
Soft Pastel on Pastelbord
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That silence cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Emily Dickinson


José said...


You have acomplished a fine work of art.
The purplish colours are great and the texture is realistic.

Best regards,


ariel freeman said...

Thank you Jose, I am just thrilled with how lucious and velvety the colors became.