oil on paper
“Dear Mother Earth! I think I have always specially belonged to you. I have loved from babyhood to roll upon you, to lie with my face pressed right down onto you, in my sorrows. I love the look of you and the smell of you. When I die, I should like to be in you unconfined, unshrouded, the petals of flowers against my flesh and you covering me up.” Emily Carr
This beautiful poem, so inscribed on Emily Carr’s gravestone, was part of her regular journal entry on the 9th March 1934, written without any emphasis.
Break-a-Brush!
David
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“I think that one’s art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.”
Emily Carr