Paintings & Poetry Mrs. Sweet’s Favorites
El Jaleo, John Singer Sargent, The Isabella Gardner Museum, Boston, MA2009, Oil pastel on gessoed masonite, 23 ¾” x 23 ½ “.
The Connection By Eran Braverman, 2010 I carefully escort you to the dance floor And pause, hesitate, till you are ready. Gently, gently, gently, I take your hand, And put my other, o so softly, at your back. We begin to dance And, momentarily. We connect. We connect. We become inseperable, entangled. We are enveloped in escaped sensuality, that For the duration of this dance Is perfectly balanced; how precious it is. Let this dance never end because The connection is sadly, purely, only, for the duration of this dance. Let this dance never end because When it ends the connection will shatter like perfect glass.
Sunrise, William Turner, The Tate Gallery, London2009, Oil pastel on gessoed masonite, 23 ¾” x 23 ½ “.
Eternity By William Blake He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Carol’s Stormy Pinon, Carol Anthony2009, Oil pastel on gessoed masonite, 23 ¾” x 23 ½ “.
Noble Spirit By Jonathan “Tis the gift to be simple, tis the gift to be free.” Shaker Elder Joseph Brackett, Jr.-The Gift to be Simple: Shaker Rituals and Songs. “The singularity of every man and woman is Jah’s gift. What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah.” Catch a Fire—Bob Marley Biography If I could reach and find my noble spirit I’d awaken to what I always wanted to be, and become who I am through silence and peace. I would hang my clothes on the line and enjoy the rough cloth and pine smell when I walk this path. I would make soup and eat it with friends and family, I would find time to become fallow and emerge Soon thereafter cleansed willing to yield, to nurture, to thank, to listen to simplify, to be, I would enter the consignment store in search of a book and leave two at the door as I leave to venture into the pages of life and seek nothing,
I would take a walk along a stream and sit beside the bridge and current, in silence Amongst nature, meditate, sleep soundly. Everyday I would complement another, Inquire about their life with question, and listen, truly listen and thank them for their honesty. I would learn from my my regrets and loosen the burden, forever releasing the desire to move in rearward, Breathing in deeply and exhaling every desire. I will live in love, and fear will subside, forgiveness will blossom when I live below the surface drifting in the motions of the simplicity in the deep. When my seeking comes to its conclusion you will know by the way I live and speak, For it is not yesterday but this moment with you. The nobility of spirit will present itself as a gift.