Song
When I lived in a house in the woods, the most beautiful sound
I would hear was the flute-like song of the wood thrush.
Henry David Thoreau wrote, "The thrush alone declares the immortal wealth and vigor that is in the forest. Here is a bird in whose strain the story is told... Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; whenever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country,
and the gates of heaven are not shut against him."
You can listen to the thrush's song here
Acrylic paint on an 8 x 8 inch board.
I would hear was the flute-like song of the wood thrush.
Henry David Thoreau wrote, "The thrush alone declares the immortal wealth and vigor that is in the forest. Here is a bird in whose strain the story is told... Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; whenever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country,
and the gates of heaven are not shut against him."
You can listen to the thrush's song here
Acrylic paint on an 8 x 8 inch board.
posted by Jaimie @ 5:42 PM
27 comments
27 Comments:
I like this a lot, but I think the knitter with her cheetah is my favorite!
I love the layering and how each layer is transparent.
your color pallet is always so vibrant and draws you in.
Wow, I love the colors. Great piece.
Love your colours and imagery. And the quote is sublime. Cool link.
Another wonderful illustration! I like the translucence as well.
I really like this. The colors and the layers work well.
Cool picture, I like the overlaping outlines with the use of color.
Wow, I LOVE your lizard down there!!!! Love the colors and design, fantastic!!
Jammie: You need to do these larger. They would blow up to be increedible pieces. Ever thoguth about it?
I don't think there is anything you've done that I don't love. I think this one is the best. I really look forward to seeing your work every week.
Great piece!!! The 'song' nearly made me hit the roof (really high volume) :)
beautiful again.
This is truly beautiful. I love the concept. The sounds of nature are music to me.
I absolutely love the layers...and, as usual...the colors!! Awesome piece once again!
Very unique take on this subject, Jaimie, and I like that you chose a particular bird, not just any bird. Of course I had to go listen to it and you're right! Very cool how you made him stand out with more contrast. Great work! Thanks for visiting my blog as well!
I like how you incorporated a bird and it's song that had special significance for you. I like how he's perched on a flute, too. The colors are brilliant, as usual and the transparancy is definitely your unique trademark.
Lovely! I like the way you set the trush on top of your transparent layers, nice effect.
I LOVE IT!!! i like the more muted tones in this one just as much as i like the really vibrant ones. bravo!!! xoxoxox
wonderful painting!! Love the animals images and always enjoy your bold color!
Great illustration again. And great words. One of my favorite sounds as a child was the call of the quail (sans shotgun blast, Mr. Cheney).
Peace.
Wonderful wonderful!
~Elizabeth
http://bluepoppy.omworks.com
Lovely as usual. I always adore your colours and animals.
Hi Jaimie! Not sure how I missed this but I am so glad that I found it!!! So beautiful in your amazing and distinct style!. This post is perfection!!!
Jaimie, I totally missed this last week, and i'm sorry. It's so pretty! I like the layers and the transparent look you've created with the geometric shapes. I also love the Thoreau quote you included.
i love your tea illo but the transperancy of the rhino in this one is wonderful. etherally charming.
your colors are always lively and beautifull, you probably get tired of me saying that, but i can't say it enough. in this one i really love the way you overlapped the images it really creates a personality for the image as a whole.
From the smallest mouth, the sweetest song
we choose to hear above the other din.
To whom, we ask, does that sweet song belong?
To all who choose to hear it; enter in
to worlds where sweeter voices carry more.
We choose which songs to hear and which ignore.
Other sounds are shadows. In the dark,
where shadows are invisible, we see
that only light's discernable at all,
and only voices bright enough to be
the sound of reasoned love are ever heard.
And in the dark they'll have the final word.
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