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These paintings were started during the self isolation period in 2020. Continuing to be inspired by the poems of Pauline Johnson, these paintings also reflect my mindset during this time.
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| Purple shadows tell of dawn | Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash | There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers | The cedars chanting vespers to the sea |
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| Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping. | As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. | A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play | The suns red pulses beat |
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| What of the days when we two dreamed together Days marvellously fair. | Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying | The rocks give shelter that the sands deny | All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets |
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| The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn | Dawn lights her candles in the east once more | The Two Sisters |