Lullaby in Color

I am made and remade constantly. Different people draw different words from me.~ Virginia Woolf, The WavesDonato CretiMale Nude, 1722Oil on paper

Though I go to youCeaselessly along dream-paths,The sum of all those trystsIs less than a single glimpseGranted in the waking world.~ Ono no Komachi, Though I Go To YouJohn Butler YeatsSymbolists Head, c. 1870Pencil on paper30 cm x 25.5 cm

She stirred notbreathed notfor a voice was thereHow solemnly pervading the calm air!A sound of silence on the startled earWhich dreamy poets name the music of the sphere.Ours is a world of words: Quiet we callSilencewhich is the merest word of all.All Nature speaks, and even ideal thingsFlap shad...

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.~ Henry David Thoreau, WaldenJoan Brull Viny...

Low-anchored cloud,Newfoundland air,Fountain-head and source of rivers,Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,And napkin spread by fays;Drifting meadow of the air,Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,And in whose fenny labyrinthThe bittern booms and heron wades;Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,Bear onl...

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,And weep afresh love's long since ...

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought,That givest to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion, not in vainBy day or star-light thus from my first dawnOf childhood didst thou intertwine for meThe passions that build up our human soul;Not with the mean ...

So true is it, that love, which alone can give their full charm to rose-bowers, myrtle-groves, and moonshine, can also communicate, even to shavings of wood, and paper-clippings, the aspect of animated nature. It is so strong a spice, that tasteless or even nauseous soups are by it rendered palat...

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all night from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in the rainy darkness of July.It is this overspreading...

Twas in the midst of evens aerial fires,When the dying sun his swan song sings,And like dissolved rubies crimson, flingsThe splendour of his song, ere he expires,Round him; and all the while the listning ether,Ravished by his music, blushes forthThe love-hues of her swelling raptures mirth;Twas w...

The sea is, as always, of cosmic grandeur and simplicity, compelling silence; for what has man to say here, especially at night when the ocean is alone with the starry sky? The sea is like music; it has all the dreams of the soul within itself and sounds them over. The beauty and grandeur of the ...

When the artist draws beauty from ugliness, purity from impurity, perfection from imperfection, order from disorder, he reveals Truth, the Divine, to humanity.~ Jean Delville, A New Mission of Art J. W. Wiltshire (@jwwiltshire)Artists Exultation, 2006Oil on canvas