And another superb wallpaper for my collection, thank you. :-)
And yet... between the motive in the upper photo, and the second one as if made of long female hairs... Please, Eolake, tell me we're not splitting hairs about crop circles and their seaside cousins!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful art. I will share Tagore's poetry, as his words and Vicki's art feel like sisters:
"She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song. Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuation has stretched to her its eager arms in vain. I have romaed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life. Over my thoughts and activities, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart. Many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away in despair. There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face, and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition."
This art is saying something about innermost woman. I would say the Domai site does as well.
Actually, Vicki's colors remind me of Rabindranath Tagore's poetry. (check out her site).
I think Tagore's Gitanjali is so elegant. Because it is so simple. He had a childlike vision(profound, like most children) and found such joy in the world, and also such sorrow.
Here's one of my favorites:
"On the seashore of endless shores children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children....."
I only knew Tagore's name by reputation. Now that I've seen how impressive his poetry is, I just HAVE to read more. Thank you for inoculating me the virus, Signalroom. :-)
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Wow! Not only is she very talented but this stuff is therapeutic. Wonderful quality of energy.
Wow, I really like both of these! The stones, though, are fascinating. That's something I could put on my wall and stare at for hours.
And another superb wallpaper for my collection, thank you. :-)
And yet... between the motive in the upper photo, and the second one as if made of long female hairs...
Please, Eolake, tell me we're not splitting hairs about crop circles and their seaside cousins!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful art. I will share Tagore's poetry, as his words and Vicki's art feel like sisters:
"She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.
Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuation has stretched to her its eager arms in vain.
I have romaed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life.
Over my thoughts and activities, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.
Many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away in despair.
There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face, and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition."
This art is saying something about innermost woman. I would say the Domai site does as well.
Very gratefully, Laurie
signalroom said ... "This art is saying something about innermost woman. I would say the Domai site does as well."
I think Domai says more about the innermost man. ;-)
I agree on the first count, though.
"Tagore's poetry"? Rabindranath Tagore?
Gee, you ARE quite cultivated. :-)
"Tagore's poetry"? Rabindranath Tagore?
Gee, you ARE quite cultivated. :-)
I'm very, very proud of Vick and her work. I love her very much.
Thank you for all your comments and the beautiful poetry. I am touched by it all.
Actually, Vicki's colors remind me of Rabindranath Tagore's poetry.
(check out her site).
I think Tagore's Gitanjali is so elegant. Because it is so simple. He had a childlike vision(profound, like most children) and found such joy in the world, and also such sorrow.
Here's one of my favorites:
"On the seashore of endless shores children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children....."
I only knew Tagore's name by reputation. Now that I've seen how impressive his poetry is, I just HAVE to read more.
Thank you for inoculating me the virus, Signalroom. :-)
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