... and simmetry tool, I guess. It's utmost elegant and graphically perfect!
... and simmetry tool, I guess. It's utmost elegant and graphically perfect!
Panta rei (everything flows)!
I don't have AR 4 yet, Cesare, but it is so easy with the duplication and reverse.
I was so inspired with Neil's designs and jewelry and remembered that I once was
so interested in Celtic designs and also tiles. So, I kind of mixed the two as
so often seen during this art nouveau period. Thank you dear friend!
Thanks so much dear SilverO, and I wanted to mention I am enjoying your oil paintings as well!
Sandy, love them all and especially the daisies in the rain
Hi Sandy,
"Daisies in the spring rain".....And I' am believing it! Nicely done, they are almost touchable!
Really like this painting.......
Take care friend,
Steve
Dear Sandra, since you asked, here's the English version of Gabriele D'Annunzio poetry La pioggia nel Pineto (Rain in the pine wood)
To enjoy how it sound in Italian, its original music if you wish, You would have to have some software for reading it in from the original Italian version I may provide in case.
La pioggia nel Pineto (english version)
Be silent. At the threshold
of the woods I don’t hear
words you can say human; But I hear
newer words, spoken by drops and
faraway leaves.
Listen. It rains
from scattered clouds.
It rains on the salted
and arid Tamarisks.
It rains on the scaly,
bristling pines.
It rains on the divine
myrtle.
On the refulgent broom
with its huddled flowers.
On the junipers full
of fragrant berries.
It rains on our sylvan
faces.
Rains on our bare
hands.
On our light clothes.
And on the fresh thoughts
that the renewed soul raises
on the wonderful tale
that yesterday
deluded you, and today deludes me,
Oh Hermione.
Can you hear? The rain falls on vegetation alone with a constant roar and varies depending on branches more or less sparse.
Listen. To that cry answers the song of the crickets that neither rain brought by south nor the gray sky can frighten.
And the pine has a sound, the myrtle has a different sound, juniper another,
as different instruments played by many hands,
and we are immersed in the sylvan soul involved in the life of the forest and your face is wet from the rain like a leaf,
your hair smelling like the brooms clear, oh creature of the earth, called
Hermione
Listen.
The daughter of air
is silent. But the daughter
of mud, the frog, far away
sings in the deepest shadow.
Who knows where, who knows where!
And it rains on your lashes.
Hermione.
Panta rei (everything flows)!
Lovely addition dear Sandy, well done
Sometimes...I remember better with my eyes closed
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Hi Jean, thanks so much. Also, I love your new avatar. German Shepherds are a favorite of mine. I've always wanted one.
Thanks so much Steve, I am so happy that you enjoyed it.
Dear Cesare, Thank you so very much for submitting his poetry. I had every intention of going back and researching his work,
and I end up having so many things to do and I had forgotten. What a loss it would have been.
The very title, Rain in the Pine Wood...I am listening to this very thing this morning here with the pines on our land.
In my view his poetry is music, connecting the fortunate reader with nature and providing not only nourishment,
but tranquility as with a gentle shower would the growth below it.
One must appreciate his poetry even more having considering all that he had been through in his life.
Thank you so very much dear friend.
Thank you so much, Katie.
Sandy, what an amazing piece, Spring Rain, it is beautiful, your butterfly is very nice also, but I have to say those daisies in the rain, could almost smell them and hear the rain, lovely job my friend