Thursday, May 19, 2011

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William Blake








This is one of my favorite quotes: 

 Quotation #29380 from Classic Quotes:


To see a world in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake English engraver, illustrator, & poet (1757 - 1827)
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In the Wind


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William Blake

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This is one of my favorite quotes:

Quotation #29380 from Classic Quotes:

To see a world in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake
English engraver, illustrator, & poet (1757 - 1827)

Inspirations

Every day, I walk my dogs. Sometimes it is crappy out, sometimes beautiful. I try to think of it as an opportunity to be outside. Certainly Dervish and Whisper LOVE OUTSIDE... no matter what kind of weather it is!  So, by their influence, I decided that these little walks would be inspiration walks.

I bring my camera and a bag, in case I see something beautiful, interesting, fragile or collectible>

Daily, I find an object of inspiration. Cool sticks, branches, robin eggs (such wonderous color annd all different). I have quite a colection and in some way, it will be in my art!

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The Tiger by William Blake

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One of my favorite poems.
William Blake. 1757–1827

The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies 5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee? 20

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?