The work is done — now leisure calls, let us speak of love and blossom’s thrills. And when the women’s chatter falls along the shore in murmured spills — of distant isles, of you and me, of spiders, stone, and ancient walls, even the lizards listen, free. Like waves, the words will bear us home, to where you sit beside the tide, with sisters talking, soft in tone, of house and land and fools of pride, and far-off lands where hearts may roam, untouched by need, untouched by sorrow’s side.
Oil on canvas, 2013
84cm x 64cm, signed, framed
Price: EUR. Shipping & customs / QAR on request.
The work is done — now leisure calls, let us speak of love and blossom’s thrills. And when the women’s chatter falls along the shore in murmured spills — of distant isles, of you and me, of spiders, stone, and ancient walls, even the lizards listen, free. Like waves, the words will bear us home, to where you sit beside the tide, with sisters talking, soft in tone, of house and land and fools of pride, and far-off lands where hearts may roam, untouched by need, untouched by sorrow’s side.
Oil on canvas, 2013
84cm x 64cm, signed, framed
Price: EUR. Shipping & customs / QAR on request.