Saturday, May 21, 2011

Sketches from Readings.










Where have you hidden,
Beloved, and left me moaning?
You fled like the stag
after wounding me;
I went out calling you, but you were gone.

Shepherds, you who go
up through the sheepfolds to the hill,
if by chance you see
him I love most,
tell him I am sick, I suffer, and I die.

from The Spiritual Canticle St. John of The Cross

8 comments:

  1. This is so beautiful, I'm so happy to see this ! I love everything in this drawing ! (and especially the sheep :)))) )

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  2. Beautiful - it took me a moment to see the hill-woman... beautiful! Just letting you know that I scrolled through all the posts, then I saw yours, and clicked right away, sure I would find deep mystery here. You didn't disappoint!

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  3. Such a moving piece,love the lady. Beautiful.

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  4. I am completety surprized about this wonderful abstraction of these verses! I fell in love with this stag, the whole composition is so amazing. I think , a lot of souls will fall in love, seeing this.

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  5. Such sad verses... I love how the drawing flows and how it has all these ways to go in and out. The stag and the woman are great!

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  6. oh, sigh... your drawing is so lovely. so utterly expressive... xo

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  7. Even before I saw the text, I understood the sadness of this work, the quality of being lost and seeking something. Your art conveys it.

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  8. Such lovely sketches.

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