My first round painting! So much fun to try this. I kind of love it. 🙂 Hard to photograph though because of seeing the background so I blacked it out digitally.
I adore Tom’s playful poem for this! It made me see my own painting in a new way. 😀
A mouse-eyed view from way down here:
it sees the world all round
and sneaks along without a fear
upon the secret ground.
A blade of grass is ever-tall
to creatures of the Earth.
The trees and stars both rise and fall
above a mousie’s birth.
“For I was born,” might say a mouse,
“with Maple crossing Mars
and Douglas Fir in Retrograde…
the fault’s not in my stars
but in the trees that chart a course
across the stars so chill.
For as they turn so does the world…
and yet, I have my will.
Although I cannot move the trees
I’ll bend my life’s own course
and chew down grasses to the lees
and dance without remorse
beneath the high and distant sky
where silent stars all drift
above still trees where soft winds sigh…
my life is Fortune’s gift!”
image (c) 2019 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2019 TJ Radcliffe