"Unforgotten"
I know a garden where the lilies gleam,
And one who lingers in the sunshine there;
She is than white-stoled lily far more fair,
And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream!
I know a garret, cold and dark and drear,
And one who toils and toils with tireless pen,
Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary – then
He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer.
And ah, it’s strange; for, desolate and dim,
Between these two there rolls an ocean wide;
And she is in the garret there with him.
merino and corriedale wool roving, cotton, linen, embroidery thread, beads, cord, hand wet felted, machine and hand stitching
4 comments:
I love, love, LOVE this, Christie! Great job. It's so much fun to see your art growing by leaps.
Wonderful.
xoxo,
Kate
Wowee! Thanks Kate. I'm happy I stuck with it. I was doubting its potential early on. Thanks for the pats!
Spirits wandering about in a garden. How beautiful.
Unforgotten...these images gave
me goosebumps. exquisite.
and interesting more, because
someone offered me some morino
(moreno?) wool today. i almost
said no...then remembered
felting.
anyway, i will be here from now on.
thank you for coming by, g
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