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Watercolors Beyond the CommOn
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Blue Bird
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Beyond the Common of Flowers & Butterflys of the Natural the Sandhill Crane Winter Gallery
Please note that the colors showing on your monitor will not match exactly the colors of the paintings. Not only is a lot lost in the translation, monitors differ in their color rendition. We can only offer a fairly close representation. If you would like to see a picture of a painting with its frame, let me know and I will send it via email, regular mail, or put it on the website.
Except where noted, matting is of a white or offwhite color, and both matboard and backing board are 100% cotton, archival museum board. A few early works are matted with quality acid-free matboard with backboard of acid free foamcore. All watercolors are originals, and no prints have been made of them (nor are available). Most work is framed and glazed with glass.
All work is 100% guaranteed. If you are not satisfied with a piece when you receive it, you can return it to us in original condition, packed carefully as it was shipped to you, via insured UPS or Priority Mail, within seven days, for a full refund.
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"Tolstoy observed that 'When we read or look at the artistic production of a new author the fundamental question that arises in our soul is always of this kind: 'Well, what sort of a man are you? ... What can you tell me that is new, about how we must look at this life of ours?' "
in his introduction to Mauspassants "What is Art?" -- from "Surreal Lives", by Ruth Brandon
Hanging Out on the Edge of the Abyss*
The life of an artist
is intense and immense;
You struggle and chortal and
piffle and fence.
All the bulbs lighted are
downstairs from you
And no shade is bebaubled for your
glass of dark hue.
So with quirky impatience and
unreasonable spark
You don your best armbands and
climb out of the dark
To contemplate navels and
zeroes and such
Seeing vast vistas with your
singular touch
There’s nothing to guide you, the
bear’s still asleep,
The sky waves unending and the
grass is too deep.
Yet you find yourself glowing with a
strange kind of bliss
Hanging out on the edge of
life’s great abyss.
copyright 2002 Susan J. Robishaw
Updated
06/23/2008
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