Category Archives: From the Quote Box
For the Quote Box
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. — Emile Zola
Happy New Year’s Eve
Sort of grey and leaning towards January, isn’t that odd? Got a few little odd jobs done and this, still wet and needing a few things. This was in the quote box: When one door of happiness closes, another opens; … Continue reading
Home again, home again
For the Quote Box, Yeats
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of … Continue reading
Follow the Heron Home
In darkness we cradled our sorrow And stoked all our fires with fear Now these bones that lie empty and hollow Are ready for gladness to cheer. (Chorus) By night and day we’ll sport and we’ll play And delight as … Continue reading