I'm showing Willow in an exhibition on the theme of Emily Dickenson's poem:
"A slash of Blue! A sweep of Grey!
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an evening sky.
A little purple - slipped between -
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on
A wave of Gold - A Bank of Day
This just makes out the Morning Sky!"
This poem speaks to me of those same fleeting, transcendent times of day which I try to share through painting.
