Since you like it I'll say a bit about it. As I was painting in my normal way of painting for some reason the lyrics to a a song by Eric Clapton and Cream came into my head. The song is Tales of Brave Ulysses
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids, And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses: How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise, And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body, Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell, And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Wow! I am so glad I followed you from Katherine's blog. You are a wonderful artist and a marvelous wordsmith. I do love this painting. I am drawn into its beauty and then feel that note of caution because of the unknown. Bravo!
This one is one of my favorites!
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ReplyDeleteSince you like it I'll say a bit about it. As I was painting in my normal way of painting for some reason the lyrics to a a song by Eric Clapton and Cream came into my head. The song is
Tales of Brave Ulysses
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Wow! I am so glad I followed you from Katherine's blog. You are a wonderful artist and a marvelous wordsmith. I do love this painting. I am drawn into its beauty and then feel that note of caution because of the unknown. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteJust visited from Katharine's blog. WOW! I could sit and meditate on this one awhile too!
ReplyDeleteThank You Sheila & Peggy. So now when I look at this painting the song comes up in my head and plays for awhile. I don't mind though.
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