Apples Wanted |
At the beginning of March I was asked to install ten of my collages in an Everett restaurant. Those works were destined for a show in New Zealand. So since I had quickly framed those ten and liked how they looked, I decided to start creating 13 new pieces for New Zealand. I have ten of them ready to go and will complete the last three soon.
Apples Wanted came together in one afternoon. I like the chabby chic-ness of it.
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Rufus Wainwright - A Woman's Face Reprise (Sonnet 20)
Rufus Wainwright celebrates the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57IFBqViNOI
Here are the lyrics:
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
Apples Wanted came together in one afternoon. I like the chabby chic-ness of it.
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Rufus Wainwright - A Woman's Face Reprise (Sonnet 20)
Rufus Wainwright celebrates the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57IFBqViNOI
Here are the lyrics:
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
1 comment:
Love the colors & textures!
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