Poetry in the Paint

It's funny what happens when you try to paint for your own home. We have pieces all over our houses that are on regular rotation on the walls and then out of the door; pretty much as soon as I get used to a piece being in one spot it gets sold. I've very seldom painted anything specifically for a space of ours, but the huge wall in our family room was needing a super large piece or a diptych and I thought, why not? The room has a lot of white, a lot of bookshelves, natural wood and natural fibers and material to keep it very casual and homey feeling so I decided that I'd paint something that gave a nod to that and bring the outside in. Since then I've played more with the idea and created two additional pieces.

I am so at peace with these pieces. (That doesn't always happen with my art.) I love the femininity, the palette, the calm and the movement. Some of them are in acrylic and gouache, and others are in oil, all on canvas and in sizes from 16x20 all the way up to 36x48.  


When I sat down to start naming them, all I could think of was E.E. Cummings' poem, "I have found what you are like" (my favorite), and each one has so far been named after different lines in the poem. 


I Have Found What You Are Like

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
                  your kiss


{e.e. cummings}