Sunday, November 1, 2009
Message to followers...
I greatly appreciate you viewing my work. The ego of an artist is insatiable- so thanks for feeding me! The fall is all about strong color, deep shadows and warmth- this is what I strive to achieve in the following paintings. Best to all- Ninon
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Snow Scenes
Evergreen Snow
Softly Fallen Snow
Birches In Snow
Winter Walk
The Melt
Last Days of WinterWednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
in THE YEAR OF THE CAT
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
THE YEAR OF THE CAT
Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
THE YEAR OF THE CAT
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
in THE YEAR OF THE CAT
-Al Stewart
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
in THE YEAR OF THE CAT
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
THE YEAR OF THE CAT
Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
THE YEAR OF THE CAT
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
in THE YEAR OF THE CAT
-Al Stewart
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