The Model Speaks Once upon a daytime dreary, the artist pondered me, the weary, now that she knew my name wasn't Raven, of that long forgotten lore. While my neck glistened with a blue she picked up on this subtle hue, and with her oil brush she drew, painting like it was no chore. "It grackles fine art," I muttered, while perching on my driftwood floor, "it's only me, nothing more, The Lone Stranger, just me, nothing more, nevermore."
With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more."
July 9, 1959 – March 23, 2015 Brenda was an artist in rural Maine, working both in soft pastels and oils. She was delighted to have this blog to share her paintings and her process. As Brenda said, "I thank you kindly for your interest."
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The Model Speaks
Once upon a daytime dreary,
the artist pondered me, the weary,
now that she knew my name wasn't
Raven, of that long forgotten lore.
While my neck glistened with a blue
she picked up on this subtle hue,
and with her oil brush she drew,
painting like it was no chore.
"It grackles fine art," I muttered,
while perching on my driftwood floor,
"it's only me, nothing more,
The Lone Stranger, just me,
nothing more, nevermore."
With a nod to Edgar Allen Poe's
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
absolutely perfect composition and use of color. as always, outstanding work!
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