You have flown away and left me alone in my own world of quiet contemplation
Where pain and loneliness are the only friends who whisper sweet love to my ears
If I only knew where you are now
If I only knew if you could hear my cry
Fly home and return to me
where this vacant heart awaits.
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Art: Return to Me, color pencil on paper
What beautiful words to go with a stunning piece, great sense of loss, melancholy and maybe wandering what the world shall bring.....
ReplyDeleteSuch sad and moving words to accompany this lovely girl. Beautiful and heartfelt work, as always, Amalia.
ReplyDeleteLovely strong image of the feelings of sadness and loss heightened by the transformation of the bird. Crafted expertly as well.
ReplyDeletesuch tender and poignant words
ReplyDeletei looked and looked at your wonderful girl, what is so different, i sense it is the size of her head next to her body, such a wonderful effect!
Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work Amalia, full of feeling but so sad. I hope she gets her wish :)
ReplyDeleteJess xx
What a story in this painting! Lovely melancholy...
ReplyDeleteI really love the new touch of realism in your faces Amalia. I love the older ones too, but these are even more soulful than the previous ones and they draw me in. :) Lovely!
ReplyDelete(((HUGS)))
Lovely new style emerging here! I too love the new faces!
ReplyDeleteIs she available in your shop?
Hugs my dear!
I haven't been here for a while. This is wonderful!
ReplyDelete(and touching)
Awww, so very sad. She is gorgeous, and so is her love. I hope he comes back with a gift and remorse and many stories to tell. Sigh
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This is beautiful, Amalia.
ReplyDeleteYour art made me think of this: I had an African Grey parrot fly away once, it left me feeling pretty much like this poem. Don't want to go through that again. It was months before I could drive anywhere without constantly scanning the trees.
And now when the bird is almost sewn, its lack is bigger, the girl's sadness is deeper and the hope has nearly disapeared. But the memory of the bird will be alive forever! And who knows? Maybe another one will appear one day? (I like the open door of the cage.)
ReplyDeleteI found thanslated in English one of the most beautiful poems by the French poet Jacques Prévert!
TO PAINT A BIRD'S PORTRAIT
First of all, paint a cage
with an opened little door
then paint something attractive
something simple
something beautiful
something of benefit for the bird
Put the picture on a tree
in a garden
in a wood
or in a forest
hide yourself behind the tree
silent
immovable...
Sometimes the bird arrives quickly
but sometimes it takes years
Don't be discouraged
wait
wait for years if necessary
the rapidity or the slowness of the arrival
doesn't have any relationship
with the result of the picture
When the bird comes
if it comes
keep the deepest silence
wait until the bird enters the cage
and when entered in
Close the door softly with the brush
then remove one by the one all the bars
care not to touch any feather of the bird
Then draw the portrait of the tree
choosing the most beautiful branch
for the bird
paint also the green foliage and the coolness
of the beasts of the grass in the summer's heat
and then, wait that the bird starts singing
If the bird doesn't sing
it's a bad sign
it means that the picture is wrong
but if it sings it's a good sign
it means that you can sign
so you tear with sweetness
a feather from the bird
and write your name in a corner of the painting.
This is gorgeous! This is my first IF post and I am amazed at the variation of interpretation and abounding talent.
ReplyDeletelove it! I think she's gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely Amalia! the words and the artwork! It is better to love and lost than to never embroidered at all :o)
ReplyDeleteHey Amalia, sometimes I think that you ar so clever - and othertimes I think that you are so, so clever! Well sew sew in this case. Now 'clever' is not a dirty word - it just says that you make me jealous :)
ReplyDeleteThe falling feathers are the star - it has that nice temporal connotation - what has gone before and what might be - butthe thing that caught me was the flatness of the bird ion the tapestry _ I had this inner feeling the girl had caught the bird and somehow imprissonned it.
A changein dimension so to speak - a bit of spelling perhaps...
I won't be keyboarding for a while soon, so I will see you but not talk so much - maybe that's agood thing :)
Be careful, she is not wearing a thimble.
:)