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Mrs. Lynn Boyd
( by Mrs. Luciana Queirolo) |
The pathos of a stone that slowly dries, it recall the shades flowing along the sides of the mountains, at sunrise or at sunset :
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The Song of a sparrow departs. It's starting signal.
Golden Light floods the slope sides;
it slips, dispersing the faint light in valley.
A veil of Fog is lifted.
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The Lynn's paintings have in common with stones receptiveness for water.
They contain freshness in a Eternal Spring… you almost have the certainty that the color will never dry.
The mountain lake..... the same mountain is not mountain, but image reflected in water.
The colors that Lynn amalgamates, the way according to which dissolves them.... they are reflections on water in which you lose, in a state of relaxant hypnosis.
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Innumerable are the thoughts of Lynn that I remember; also more apparently simple, they contain deep intuitions that looks straigth to heart.
"....For my mood, every time that i look at a stones, it's as if you felt a song. I think that other people do it. We feel the same song, but I have a different tone for each.
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Seat myself and look at a stone:
“The seated woman”.
It becomes so related to my life.
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I have a stone woman cooking
over fire on a stone,
while I must stand over a stove
and cook.
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There are reflections of the mountains I know, and one of a grotto I can visit. |
It is somehow so sharing of life to see these permanent and forever pictures.
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Somehow they have more life for me than photos: the stone being so everlasting.
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