9×12″ watercolor on paper
September 15, 2012
Inspired by the following passage from Story of the Sea Shore by George MacDonald:
So madness is but one of God’s pale winters;
And when the winter over is and gone,
Then smile the skies, then blooms the earth again,
And the fair time of singing birds is come:
Into the cold wind and the howling night,
God sent for her, and she was carried in
Where there was no more sea.
8 1/2 x 11″ pastels on recycled paper
June 20, 2012
Inspired by the following stanza from “Rest” by George MacDonald:
There is a dearer, warmer bed,
Where one all day may lie,
Earth’s bosom pillowing the head,
And let the world go by.
8 1/2×11″ oil pastels on paper
August 18, 2012
Inspired by the following passage from Lilith by George MacDonald:
So strong in them was the love of place that their country seemed essential to their very being!
8×10″ pastels on recycled paper
June 22, 2012
Inspired by the poem “I Know What Beauty Is” by George MacDonald, specifically the following stanza:
I know the rapture music brings,
The power that dwells in ordered tones,
A living voice that loves and moans,
And speaks unutterable things.
7×9″ charcoal on recycled paper
June 22, 2012
Inspired by the following passage from A Hidden Life by George MacDonald:
She was not one who of herself could be;
And she had found no heart which, tuned with hers,
Would beat in rhythm, growing into rime.
She read phantasmagoric tales, sans salt,
Sans hope, sans growth; or listlessly conversed
With phantom-visitors–ladies, not friends,
Mere spectral forms from fashion’s concave glass.
She haunted gay assemblies, ill-content–
Witched woods to hide in from her better self,
And danced, and sang, and ached.
