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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Frost's Woods


I have started a series of posts about Visual Poetry which you can follow over on the New York North Fine Art blog where you can read some great posts by my friend Rita DiCaprio as well.  I have started a series of paintings that are based on poetry.  These are not intended to be literal translations but are visual ideas that hopefully communicate a particular mood or emotion in a poetic manner .   My first artist is Robert Frost (you will also be able to follow on instagram with the hashtag #robertfrostproject but there are only two so far!).  The poem referenced above is Stopping by the Woods on A Snowy Evening:


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.



My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.



He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.  
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.



The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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