The moon moves the tides and tugs on the earth. Earth and Moon have an arm's length relationship. They love and need each other, but sustain a powerful tension. Lovers cannot get enough of gazing into her face. Our animal brethren and bug cousins behold with wonder the lunar waxing and waning. Moon calls our dreams out to dance with jumping and stomping, twirling slowly, then gradually faster and faster. So fast. Is that green glitter or star laughter in the deep night's cavort?
Some friends commissioned me to paint this for their anniversary. They are rabbit people. And moon people. When was the last time you held the moon in your gaze, and let the moon hold you in her's?
6 comments:
beautiful words & a wonderful painting too. just lsat night the moon was acalling through the pink tinted mists out over the sea. i just had to stop on my homeward journey to step out of the car & breath in her beauty. peaceful & perfect
Thanks Ruthie. And to think, we all gaze on the same ancient beauty. I love this part of Emily Dickenson's poem:
The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
it is indeed a thought isn't it, that we all sit under that same old moon. i took a look at barbaras site, her work is beautiful. i was especially & deeply moved by her writings re her inspirations etc! as a newly back to my arty self person it gives me hope to hear of others working as i do, thank you so much for the introduction!
Yes, she is a remarkable artist and person. Anyone else who hasn't seen her work should visit her site: http://bhberger.com/
Her picture book, A Lot of Otters is one of our favorites, a perfect picture book.
I just love this, Richard! Beautiful!
Thanks a bunch. All the Watsonies are in the Jolie fan club, so your comments mean a lot.
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