Started another new painting, while deliberating over the last one – the ideas don’t hang around forever, and besides, I’m itching to get on to it.
Author janeafrancis
Poem, William Blake
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.
Quote, Michel de Montaigne
“In my opinion, the most ordinary things, the most common and familiar, if we could see them in their true light, would turn out to be the grandest miracles.”
— Michel de Montaigne, ‘On Experience’
JANE FRANCIS 