Pencil, pastel, and watercolor
Well, for once, I’m completely pleased with a painting (I finished this one yesterday afternoon). It remains that November is this Bronte-fan’s favorite month…..and here’s the poem to suit the painting:
“My heart, being hungry, feeds on food
The fat of heart despise.
Beauty where beauty never stood,
And sweet where no sweet lies
I gather to my querulous need,
Having a growing heart to feed.
It may be, when my heart is dull,
Having attained its girth,
I shall not find so beautiful
The meagre shapes of earth,
Nor linger in the rain to mark
The smell of tansy through the dark.”
-Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1934