If you wait long enough, you may find that your fashion accessories, come back in style.
An old pair of high healed shoes which cost a good 10 dollars from yester year, may very well cost you 200 dollars to buy today.
Similar prints to the one above, may be found in many stores today because they came back in style and framed you could probably get them for about 20 dollars. I am sure my Grandmother paid a lot less for the one above.
This print, is about 60 years old and still in excellent condition.
It seems to be a fall scene, with dried flowers and leaves and apples which seem to have been torn off a wild, unkempt apple tree, struggling to survive, as the fruit portrays.
I survived the wilderness
the cold, withered brush of a forest grown wild.
I spent winter hibernating
to awaken to spring's new dawn.
Refreshed and enriched, like soft black peaty soil
My soul trembled, like a new baby fawn
For time decided it would expose me
to new colors and smells to explore.
Like a babe, whose eyes first open
and whose lungs, take it's first true breath
I swooned to this new found beauty
into which this dead brush had burst.
It shed it's old coat of winter
To wear a green feathered dress
Bedazzled , be jeweled in the glory
of dew drops and webs of silk.
And so, once again in this rebirth
I would live to see a new day
I was no longer lost in a wilderness
But at home, warm and safe, to stay.
Such is the adage of living
Such is the adage of death
Such is the adage of learning
There can be no future without a past.
I spent winter in hibernation
To awaken enriched and refreshed
In the sun of this new day of rebirth
I learned
Life, like still waters, runs deep.
A Lady's Life.
An old pair of high healed shoes which cost a good 10 dollars from yester year, may very well cost you 200 dollars to buy today.
Similar prints to the one above, may be found in many stores today because they came back in style and framed you could probably get them for about 20 dollars. I am sure my Grandmother paid a lot less for the one above.
This print, is about 60 years old and still in excellent condition.
It seems to be a fall scene, with dried flowers and leaves and apples which seem to have been torn off a wild, unkempt apple tree, struggling to survive, as the fruit portrays.
I survived the wilderness
the cold, withered brush of a forest grown wild.
I spent winter hibernating
to awaken to spring's new dawn.
Refreshed and enriched, like soft black peaty soil
My soul trembled, like a new baby fawn
For time decided it would expose me
to new colors and smells to explore.
Like a babe, whose eyes first open
and whose lungs, take it's first true breath
I swooned to this new found beauty
into which this dead brush had burst.
It shed it's old coat of winter
To wear a green feathered dress
Bedazzled , be jeweled in the glory
of dew drops and webs of silk.
And so, once again in this rebirth
I would live to see a new day
I was no longer lost in a wilderness
But at home, warm and safe, to stay.
Such is the adage of living
Such is the adage of death
Such is the adage of learning
There can be no future without a past.
I spent winter in hibernation
To awaken enriched and refreshed
In the sun of this new day of rebirth
I learned
Life, like still waters, runs deep.
A Lady's Life.
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8 comments:
The print is beautiful and your words are more so. Thanks for sharing both with us.
That is a truly lovely poem.
I like old English furniture style combined with modern paintings.
But this one looks good !
They say that in the fashion world if you keep something long enough it will come back into fashion. In the art world some things never go out of fashion. :)
George - My Pleasure :)
Mama Zen - Thank you :)
Gattina - I keep it as a memory of my grandmother.
My parents weren't into antiques and threw everything out even my old metal sewing machine which today costs 250 dollars to buy again.
Akelamalu - you are so right.
But I remember a time when they said oil painting was out of style and people went into acrylics.
I thought then, what stupidity.
How can you say oil paintings are not in style?
And then I wonder why Van Goh was not able to sell anything. Many painters were not in style and yet after they died.....we can't afford to buy anything of theirs. It hardly seems fair that another profits from the artist who has no food on the table does it? But that was yesterday. Today it's soooo different.
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