Jan 252009
 

But I, too, want to be a poet
and live a virtuous life
To erase from my days
confusion & poverty
fiction & a sharp tongue!

To sing again
with the tones of adolescence
demanding vengeance
against my enemies, with words
clear & austere

To end this tumultuous quest
for reasonable solutions
to situations mysterious & sore

To have the height to view
myself as I view others
with lenience and love

To be free of the need
to make a waste of money
when my passion,
first and last,
is for the ecstatic lash
of the poetic line
and no visible recompense.

— Fanny Howe

The conception for this painting is from a friend, fellow artist and aspirant to noble motives. I hope she likes this Fanny Howe poem (all except the lines about “vengeance against my enemies”).

But I Too, Want To Be A Poet, 9×12, oil on canvas, $350.00 USD




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Jan 092009
 

Pippin is my studio companion. I find him completely adorable.

The Peak Season at my other job at Land’s End is finally over and I can reestablish my painting schedule. It feels so good to be absorbed with brushwork and composition again.

Here’s a poem by Walt Whitman:

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage
for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love,
the pay is certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d
Yet out of that I have written these songs.”

His Puppy Face, oil on canvas board, 6×8, Sold

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