Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Painting #3

Well, here is another one! I don't know why, but I can't seem to paint something without a ton of color! Which is a little interesting because most of my clothes are brown brown brown.  Or blue.

This painting is something about the wildness of the mountains & their beauty.  Also, their endurance and how they look upward.



LIFT THINE EYES

O TROUBLED soul of mine!  lift up thine eyes
Unto the mountains, mighty and serene. 
Full strangely checkered hath their fortune been;
And they have suffered veriest agonies. 
And ofttimes still they tyrant tempest lies
Heavy upon them; with the thunder they
Do wrestle.  Yet of fear and of dismay
Nothing they know, still rising to the skies. 
With many a thousand battles are they scarred;
The floods have broken on each helpless head;
Yet for all this their beauty is not marred, 
Nor in their hearts are they discomforted. 
Still they endure, whatever whirlwinds roll
Around, ---still glorious they endure, my soul!

John W. Hales: Hindscarth Cairn

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  3. THIS IS MY FAVORITE EVER BON!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAUUUGGGHHJHHHHHHUJAHSLDJKNALK

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