I > Among twenty snowy mountains, > The only moving thing > Was the eye of the blackbird. > (-Wallace Stevens)
16" x 16" oil on canvas
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II > I was of three minds, > Like a tree > In which there are three blackbirds. > >(-Wallace Stevens)
16" x 16" oil on canvas
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III > The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. > It was a small part of the pantomime. > >(-Wallace Stevens)
16" x 16" oil on canvas
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VII > >>>Why do you imagine golden birds? > Do you not see how the blackbird > Walks around the feet > Of the women about you? > >
(-Wallace Stevens)
16" x 16"
oil on canvas
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VIII > It was evening all afternoon. > It was snowing > And it was going to snow. > The blackbird sat > In the cedar-limbs. > >
-Wallace Stevens
16" x 16"
oil on canvas
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IX > When the blackbird flew out of sight, > It marked the edge > Of one of many circles. > >(-Wallace Stevens)
16" x 16" oil on canvas
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X > At the sight of blackbirds > Flying in a green light, > Even the bawds of euphony > Would cry out sharply. > >(-Wallace Stevens)
16" x 16" oil on canvas
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16" x 16"
oil on canvas
> XI > He rode over Connecticut > In a glass coach. > Once, a fear pierced him, > In that he mistook > The shadow of his equipage > For blackbirds. > >
(-Wallace Stevens)
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16" x 16" oil on canvas
XII > The river is moving. > The blackbird must be flying. > >(-Wallace Stevens)
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Pieces of Spring
Red
44 x 36"
Acrylic on canvas
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