I recently went through a huge box of old letters that I’ve been toting around with me since forever. Instead of throwing them all away, I’m going to use bits and pieces of them in my artwork. So, I used gel medium, and I glued down torn up words, here and there all over the background of this painting. The word I ended up seeing after covering most of them up with paint is “hope”. It reminded me of this poem by Emily Dickinson. I’ve already titled one of my paintings “Hope is a thing with feathers”, so this one will be just titled Hope.
July 23rd, 2013
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.