Friday, May 16, 2008
The river is wide...
The Illustration Friday topic this week is 'Wide.' So I am posting this tapestry called "the Yellow Canoe," because I kept thinking of that song, "The River is Wide, I cannot get Over..." Thinking of songs is a common malady in my family! That's not a song I had thought of in Years, and now I can't get it out of my head. Maybe I can pass it on to you... and go back to having The Weepies song, "Hideaway" back in there again, as it's been playing there all week, until I got the IF topic!
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7 comments:
What a lovely tapestry. Sorry I can't take the song off you as I don't know it.
Hi (Is it Kay?)
My piece was done on the computer. I do paint but by the time I get everything out and created a mess it becomes a pain. I need a painting table. LOL. How is your motivation going?
Regards Sandra
gorgeous piece of work.
Thanks, Sandra and Priya. My motivation is lagging in the gardening and cleaning area, but picking up in the studio! Balance, balance, I guess!
Hi K
I admire the medium you work in very much indeed. I would not have the patience to sew on a button let alone produce a tapestry. The sense of wide open spaces is beautifully rendered in this piece and it evokes great serenity too. Very well done!
The Water is Wide
Some popular lyrics for "The Water is Wide" are within the book Folk Songs For Solo Singers, though many versions have been printed and sung.
The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er
Neither have I the wings to fly.
Give me a boat, that will carry two,
And both shall row, my true love and I.
A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She's laden deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in;
I know not if I sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against a young oak,
Thinking it were a trusty tree.
But first it bended and then it broke,
And so did my love prove false to me.
O love is handsome and love is fine,
Bright as a jewel, when first it's new;
But love grows old, and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
That's the one!
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