I painted this scene with the apples blending into the “landscape”, and yet vibrating with movement…..almost falling out of the canvas.
The Yeats lines echo this edginess, as the protagonist in his search for the beloved, restlessly travels through the landscape….
When I found this poem, I felt like I’d won the lottery, for as usual I searched for appropriate lines after the painting had been completed….unbelievably, it did not take very long. I believe there must be a poem for every situation under the sun. If I can’t find one, I write it myself.
“Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.”
W.B. Yeats….from “The Wandering Aengus”
“If an artist draws a subject over and over again in different ways, then he will learn something”…
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