November Skies Over the Lawless Homestead, Oil, 28 x 19.5, $300.00 We know it is coming... The cold November skies carry a chill, almost spooky in the gloom. These chilling words from Gordon Lightfoot set the tone:
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
Poet John Freeman's take is less a premonition, and more an admiration:
| Than these November skies Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep; Into their grey the subtle spies Of colour creep, Changing that high austerity to delight, Till ev'n the leaden interfolds are bright. And, where the cloud breaks, faint far azure peers Ere a thin flushing cloud again Shuts up that loveliness, or shares. | The huge great clouds move slowly, gently, as Reluctant the quick sun should shine in vain, Holding in bright caprice their rain. And when of colours none, Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green, Is truly seen, -- In all the myriad grey, In silver height and dusky deep, remain The loveliest, Faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sun |
November Skies will be our class inspiration this week. Below are 2 paintings (artist unknown for the first one) and a photo depicting November Skies. Classes Monday from 1-3:30 pm, Wednesday from 7-9:30. $20 all inclusive.
 |  Painting by artist Sharon Kingston |  |
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