A recent oil on canvas…again exploring ‘cubism’ in landscape.

Beloved gaze in thine own heart,The holy tree is growing there;From joy the holy branches start,And all the trembling flowers they bear.The changing colours of it’s fruitHave dowered the stars with merry light;The surety of it’s hidden rootHas planted quiet in the night;The shaking of it’s leafy headHas given the waves their melody,And made my lips and music wed,Murmuring a wizard song for thee.From W.B. Yeats…“The Two Trees”.