Come away, O human child.
To the waters and the wild. With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
-‘The Stolen Child’ William Butler Yeats –
~ ~ ~
Long after fires are spent on ancient ground,
in wind that brings your voice, your smile,
there is no such thing as time, only bare feet on dew wet grass,
with
The Wild Thing Living.
Oil Painting Wild Thing Living © 2014 Teri Flynn @ Masked Native
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I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
Enchanting words and painting…making me feel simultaneously light and grounded… wild. Thank you for your gorgeous work. xo
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Thank you for your appreciation and such complimentary expression. It makes me very happy.
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I agree with Chloe…my exact response Teri. I would be most happy to live with this painting…grow into and with it.
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I am quite stunned with your compliment Jana, thank you so much, and also that you speak of growing into and with it is quite extraordinary, I felt it wasn’t ‘finished’ and yet, couldn’t see what next to do, and so it seemed it was enough done, and I let it go.
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moments
of expanded
space
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Thankyou for your poetic verse, universe.
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there’s that “feel”…that bare feet on dew wet grass…the past…those moments…nice artwork, nice poetry, Teri.
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Thank you Virgilio, and yes, those moments, so special. Glad to see you back
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Just so happy to embrace your words, your thoughts!
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Happy to know you on the same journey Wendell.
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Beautiful and hopeful, a hint of sadness. Love the atmospheric & visceral sense of space around the image and words.
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Thank you very much, love your comments.
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Now is the only possible place for bare feet dew and grass to meet. Very nice!
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Your comment is a poem, thank you.
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