this artist is taking some time off from etsy to take care of a few other things
i have some pretty pieces (new pieces) made, waiting on batteries to photograph (i'll show you soon, the light is nice today and tomorrow)...
right now I could paint this poem over and over...isn't it an amazing piece?
A Noiseless Patient Spider
From the 1891-1892 Edition of Leaves of Grass
By Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul