We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always -- A condition of complete simplicity...
I love the way the colours and emerge from under the white. Just lovely. BTW I found my way here via Rebecca Crowell's blog and am so pleased to have found your work.
I love the way the colours and emerge from under the white. Just lovely. BTW I found my way here via Rebecca Crowell's blog and am so pleased to have found your work.
Returning, oil on canvas, 36x36 inches, © 2009 Diane McGregor
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Comfort in these words, and richness in your painting.
I love the way the colours and emerge from under the white. Just lovely. BTW I found my way here via Rebecca Crowell's blog and am so pleased to have found your work.
I love the way the colours and emerge from under the white. Just lovely. BTW I found my way here via Rebecca Crowell's blog and am so pleased to have found your work.
Diane, this is a lovely piece. I love your work!
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