Oil on board, 22x30cm. Done in order to improve at the old fashioned painting lark. Reference used: [link]
A certain poem by a certain dead poet has been brought to my attention. I am told it goes well with this image, so have stolen the last line for the painting's title, which was previously lacking.
The Petition by James Russell Lowell 1819-1891
Oh tell me less or tell me more, Soft eyes with mystery at their core, That always seem to melt my own Frankly as pansies fully grown, Yet waver still 'tween no and yes!
So swift to cavil and deny, Then parley with concessions shy, Dear eyes, that make their youth be mine And through my inermost shadows shine, Oh tell me more or tell me less!
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I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man, standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle. -Winston Churchill
-- I hope that Fate will forgive us..... For tempting the sea..... I hope that they won't forget us..... But we cannot go back to the way it used to be....
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I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like
a man, standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.
-Winston Churchill
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I hope that Fate will forgive us.....
For tempting the sea.....
I hope that they won't forget us.....
But we cannot go back to the way it used to be....
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Have you got any work inspired by the old masters in your gallery? [link]
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My gallery [link]
My website [link]
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" Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. "
K. Gibran
MC