Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
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Memories of Africa
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Along the edge of the whispering seas
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Dreams of Possibilities
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these wilder shores
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Pathway to Memories
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Impressions of Italy
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Abstracts
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Impressionist Landscapes
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There are places we remember
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Small Paintings
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Art Boxes
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Art Cards - more images available
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Bookmarks and Notebooks
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Coasters
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Masks

Continuing to be inspired by the poems of Pauline Johnson, these paintings also reflect my mindset during this time.

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Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping
Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash
Hovered night above
Laughing Skies
O! Lure of the Lost Lagoon
A smell of moss and grasses warm with dew, and far aloft
A dying night, a waking day, and calm but all on me
Your upchurning waves downcrashing
The sun's red pulses beat
Up on the hills against the sky
Good morning Vancouver!
Summer is lying asleep today
The pine trees whispering
Through branches gaunt and black
That her fingertips are dusting
And calm embrace of silence
Into the crimson portals ajar
In clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day
A gusty freshening of humid air
August is laughing across the skies
Like a breeze through branches sifting
Another day set free
I hear the call of the singing firs I
I hear the call of the singing firs II
When the firs finger faintly on the strings
The firs, weirdly black bare that stand with great strength
The dawn, grey garbed and velvet shod, is wandering everywhere
The Northern Lights dance down her plains with soft and silvery feet
Yet I am not alone . . .
Solitude
The Morning Trees
From Boulder Unto Boulder
Sing to us cedars; your voice is so lowly
Waiting for the Storm
The plover's passing wing, his lullaby
Sing to us cedars; the night wind is sighing
And here's to the days that are coming
Before the Storm
There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers
The rocks give shelter that the sands deny
The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn
The Two Sisters
The cedars chanting vespers to the sea
What of the days when we two dreamed together Days marvelously fair.
A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play
All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets
Framed in the salt sea winds
Waves that foam and fall and lift
Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying
And April dawned with suns aflame
As sinks the sun within that world of wine
The long, long night has been bitter and lone but now 'tis gone
Longing for Daybreak
And a crystal garment o'er her
Dawn lights her candles in the east once more
The silence of the sands when tides are low
And she - between the ocean and the town
My ear can scarcely catch that whispered note
The Shadows of the shore
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