Saturday, June 19, 2010

Ripples in White, Iris Still Life

Ripples in White, Iris by Nancy Medina
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Oil on Linen Board

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Ripples in White is a new iris still life in oils drying on the easel in Flower Mound Studio this evening. I'm looking forward to a quiet Sunday, a time to rest after a very busy week. Sometimes I think the world is moving by just a little too quickly, and I have to force myself to slow down and find a place of quiet and peace. My bulletin board in the art studio is filled with "notes to self" - combinations for the best leaf for this flower, the nicest underpainting for that blossom, but beneath hundreds of these notes I found today some of my favorite poems I had taped there long ago.

It's 100 degrees outside, but there is no time inappropriate for Robert Frost.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost (1923)

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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