Thursday, November 09, 2006

memory

Life is but a dream whose shapes return
Some frequently
Some seldom
Some by night
Some by day
Some night and day
We learn, the while all change and many vanish quite
In their recurrence with recurrent changes
A certain seeming order where this ranges
We count things real...such is memory's might

--James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night Posted by Picasa

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

hi
i lik your blog
verry nice
keep posting

Anonymous said...

Oliviah, this is one stunning piece of art. I would love to print this image on canvas using brushworks to create natural paint stroke and hang it on my wall within a heavy one inch wood frame with the painted canvas wrapping around the frame. Oh, and I want it big too. Big enough for a living room wall, like say maybe four feet by six feet. Could you hand deliver it? :-D

Have a wonderful weekend my Beautiful Soul whose smile is permanently fixed in my mind.

Love, hugs and kisses. :-)

Mile Stones said...

It is so different again. It is the variety that you produce in your fractals that amazes me most. And that can all be so evocative.
As for memory, I wrote last summer that something that bothers me is that increasingly, I find that I remember what I want to forget and forget what I want to remember.
Wishing you all the time free of pain and aching, not just the weekend. But let that be particularly positive for you!

Autumn Storm said...

Fantastic post, Oliviah! From the touch of that title through the delving into that gorgeous image and to the weaving of that passage, from start to finish in other words, fantastic in one.

A lovely weekend, x

Anonymous said...

Did I say love, hugs and kisses? Oooh, I did. Just didn't want you to miss that part. :-D

Have a great weekend my dear Beautiful Soul.

lauren said...

Autumn!!

Anonymous said...

that's lovely, really really nice.

Evydense said...

Did I say "love" yet? How else, how else does one get to describing this. The one thing that continues to amaze me almost even more than the art itself is the poetry that you choose to accompany it.

Synthesis.

KSHIPPYCHIC said...

Very delicate.... beautiful!

How are you?

DINK PINK said...

WOW SO MANY DOORS..WICH ONE TO CHOOSE, WOULD IT BE THE RIGHT ONE? IS THERE A RIGHT ONE? IS THERE ANY WRONG ONES?

jane said...

That design is so beautiful. The colors are soothing.

tsduff said...

Oliviah - that looks like something that should be found hanging ont he wall of the art museum! Hope your week is wonderful - yes, really wonderful. (well, it could be you know) :-)
Hugs

Michael said...

cool.

Take Care
Michael