The local artist is John Murrill; I think this was completed last year.
My photo here is terribly cropped, but I just loved those tree branches at top and wanted to keep them.
Cover to “Silver Surfer” #92, Ron Lim, 1994
Marvel Comics.
“To find a new world, maybe you have to have lost one.”
“The Death of Marat,” Jacques-Louis David, 1793
Oil on canvas.
“Speak gently; let no harsh word mar/ The good that we do here.”
Source” Poetry Lovers page on Facebook
“Sisyphus,” Franz von Stuck, 1920
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.”
“Sonnet XVII,” by Pablo Neruda
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way
to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
“Last Flowers” by Jules Breton, 1890
“The Lament for Icarus,” Herbert James Draper, 1898
Oil on canvas.
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