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Here At The Quiet Limit Of The World

The image was inspired by the line from a poem called Tithonus by Alfred Lord Tennyson in favour of dying. It was painted with acrylic ink on art paper without a brush. This is the best way I know of painting my emotions in colour. I am not aware of another artist using this style to paint..


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Written by Ralph


    • Amazing poem…

      Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold
      Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet
      Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam
      Floats up from those dim fields about the homes
      Of happy men that have the power to die,
      And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
      Release me, and restore me to the ground;
      Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave:
      Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;
      I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
      And thee returning on thy silver wheels.