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