Thursday, November 17, 2016

Sheep Hill and the Painter's Eye

A 9x12 pastel long view at the top of Sheep Hill where the path dips down and then goes up quickly.

Here's a quote from my recent reading, The Art of Attent!on: The Poet's Eye by Donald Revell:

"Having come to his senses, the poet needs no inner life.  He sees his moods spread out before him, a continuous revelation of his present circumstances.  There's nothing to elaborate, nothing to work out.  Infancy improves with every hour spent in Eden, and attention makes Eden--i.e., a wholly new heaven and earth--everywhere, every single time... The poem is a promised land, and poetry is what happens there.  Who would close his eyes to imagine it?"

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