Monday, October 25, 2021

Painting Autumn Leaves

I want to paint the autumn leaves before they’re gone.

In this new YouTube video, I also share Sonnet #73 from William Shakespeare:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold 
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang 
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, 
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day 
As after sunset fadeth in the west, 
Which by and by black night doth take away, 
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. 
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire 
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 
As the death-bed whereon it must expire, 
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. 
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, 
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


Knits and Weaves said...

Leaves well painted.

Sonnet well read.

Thank you, James!

Bevan said...

Lovely painting, just what I needed today as the fall leaves are soaked by a cold, cold, autumn rain. While I huddle by the window painting a portrait instead of braving the bitter outdoors. Thank you!