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The day, water, sun, moon, night - I do not have to purchase these things with money.
My art is an attempt to reach beyond the surface appearance. I want to see growth in wood, time in stone, nature in a city, and I do not mean its parks but a deeper understanding that a city is nature too-the ground upon which it is built, the stone with which it is made.
Nature is so powerful, so strong.
Capturing its essence is not easy
Your work becomes a dance with light and the weather.
It takes you to a place within yourself.
For in the true nature of things,
if we rightly consider,
every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
Over every mountain there is a path,
although it may not be seen from the valley.
Painting from nature is not copying the object;
it is realizing one's sensations.
The day I see a leaf is a marvel of a day
There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp
Green is the prime color of the world,
and
that from which its loveliness arises.
Nature never hurries.
Atom by atom,
little by little she achieves her work.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we only will tune in....
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Autumn Leaves, Paula Cole. Enjoy
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
“Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.”
Autumn falls gently crimson to gold leaves drift to blanket the earth like a mother’s loving touch tucking her child in for winter’s sleepy approach
“October had the tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised the world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.”
“October is the month for painted leaves…. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.”
“Leaves grow old gracefully, bring such joy in their last lingering days. How vibrant and bright is their final flurry of life.”
In the garden, autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.