{"id":2369,"date":"2015-12-03T14:15:43","date_gmt":"2015-12-03T22:15:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/delightfilledart.wordpress.com\/?p=2369"},"modified":"2023-11-21T23:26:29","modified_gmt":"2023-11-22T07:26:29","slug":"insta-art-series-painting-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nancyduckhildebrand.com\/?p=2369","title":{"rendered":"Insta Art Series – Painting 7"},"content":{"rendered":"

This was a fun painting process for me. I really liked the simplicity that I started with – the almost black and white photos of misty, bare forests. The rich brown and turquoise. But to fit in with my series, I needed something more to add. I spent a lot of time looking through my materials for something to add, other than the brown leaf.<\/p>\n

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\nIn a magazine, I found this endearing old couple, working away at their orchard. Once cut out, the man was looking up in wonder, and he was unfurling a long net. I thought it would be neat if he could be reeling out words, or lines of poetry. I remembered recently I had been flipping through my Grandma Jean’s old reader<\/a>, from 1922. I opened it up to this page with the poem, “The Solitary Reaper,” by Wordsworth. The words had an enchanting effect when I read the entire thing with this couple in mind. I think the people in the poem would have been younger, but somehow it still suited my couple and the barren looking wood.\"Solitary<\/a><\/p>\n

The lines I chose to use were from the final stanza, which is not pictured above. I’ll paste the entire text below the last image. At the lady’s feet in the collage, I used a piece of the cloth from the binding of the school book. I like how the man is looking up, like he’s hearing those last notes of the song on the breeze.<\/p>\n

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Behold her, single in the field,
\nYon solitary Highland Lass!
\nReaping and singing by herself;
\nStop here, or gently pass!
\nAlone she cuts and binds the grain,
\nAnd sings a melancholy strain;
\nO listen! for the Vale profound
\nIs overflowing with the sound.<\/p>\n

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
\nMore welcome notes to weary bands
\nOf travellers in some shady haunt,
\nAmong Arabian sands:
\nA voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
\nIn spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
\nBreaking the silence of the seas
\nAmong the farthest Hebrides.<\/p>\n

Will no one tell me what she sings?–
\nPerhaps the plaintive numbers flow
\nFor old, unhappy, far-off things,
\nAnd battles long ago:
\nOr is it some more humble lay,
\nFamiliar matter of to-day?
\nSome natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
\nThat has been, and may be again?<\/p>\n

Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang
\nAs if her song could have no ending;
\nI saw her singing at her work,
\nAnd o’er the sickle bending;–
\nI listened, motionless and still;
\nAnd, as I mounted up the hill,
\nThe music in my heart I bore,
\nLong after it was heard no more.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

William Wordsworth<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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