Wow. I just saw this and read the post below. I have an idea for a self portrait. When its done I'll post it on my blog.
When you do, post here and let us know. For anybody reading, Poet at Rest is Berenice's blog. Link in my links column.
Tis posted :-)
Proyd - or is it Llis? - you just get lovelier with every passing day; those brown-outs are affecting more than your computer, for sure.
gthere's supposed to be a painting of a rose there. must be that your eyesight is going??:-) Must be from looking at too many sweet young gals. eyestrain, you know.
This portrait is brown, shades of rust and earth.It is the shape of a face that has not remembered itself.The woman I know has a voiceclean as a magnolia bloom, hands with the names of friendslaquered over the pearl polish.Upon a charcoal oceanwhere dreams are webbed in frothand roll wave upon wave she sets a wreath of liliesto decorate mermaids' hairand sweeten the salt-laden water.Sorry, but I don't see the Pris I know in that picture.
RaeI love that poem! Don't tell me you wrote it spur of the moment. You've inspired me for a better self portrait.
lol, ok, I won't tell you then, heh
you DID! Oh my.
Rae: That's a beautiful poem. Pris: I love the idea and I loved the graphic until I read Rae's poem. And I know that we create portraits that reflect our sense of ourselves. But I have to agree with Rae, your portrait should be less heavy in appearance, more light, in shades of blue and beige.
I know...I don't even like the color orange. This just evolved as a mish-mash. I'll work on another one next energy burst. I think this one is a reflection of the holidays. I should feel light, but I feel heavy. I was alone on Thanksgiving while my husband celebrated with his mother and step-father. I could very well be alone on Christmas, too. I've also heard in cards of a couple of deaths. I guess, truth is, I'm feeling blue and it came out rust.
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