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Dec 10, 2020
Media: pastel
Size: 12x18 in
I’ve borrowed the title of my painting from a poem by Carl Sandberg, “Hope is a Tattered Flag” which seems so appropriate right now. After months of bad news, hearing that a vaccine may be approved and distributed soon is welcome news. To further brighten up your day, I want to share just a little bit of the poem:
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
The spring grass showing itself where least expected,
The rolling fluff of white clouds on a changeable sky….
I’ve borrowed the title of my painting from a poem by Carl Sandberg, “Hope is a Tattered Flag” which seems so appropriate right now. After months of bad news, hearing that a vaccine may be approved and distributed soon is welcome news. To further brighten up your day, I want to share just a little bit of the poem:
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
The spring grass showing itself where least expected,
The rolling fluff of white clouds on a changeable sky….
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