Games the River Plays, unframed
Original Pastel on sanded paper, painted en plein air. This painting is the culmination of many days watching the river. I had the idea early on, that the river is playful, and with your eyes open to this, you could see many games the river plays. Another fun aspect, is that I was inspired to write a poem to go with my halcyon days. Watch my Pastel Tapas YouTube video to see how 3 art forms - pastels, photography, and poetry can coalesce into one video. I hope you enjoy it. If so, do subscribe to my channel and leave me a comment on YouTube. I would love to have you join my growing numbers of subscribers! YouTube.com/@DebbieHardingPastelTapas
This very special pastel is included in my Christmas in Virginia Plein Air and Studio Sale. The original price for this piece was $495
GAMES THE RIVER PLAYS
The river plays some games,
Itâs Maker knows the score.
Unmatched opponents meet,
To spar between the shores.
Not all so obvious,
A truth you may not know.
Much happens secretly,
Revealed amidst the flow.
Tauntingly, sport begins,
The current draws a line.
Each rusty leaf submits,
To the outcome of time.
Irresistible force,
A limb captures by chance.
One leaf joins the others,
One free to praise in dance.
The warm river passes,
Gossamer voices rise.
Puffing breath toward heaven,
Sweet love-notes to the sky.
Borders, stretching broken,
A swirling mirror laughs.
Colors sing, reflected,
Antiphonal, perhaps?
Kissing the stream with tears,
The river trades the sky.
Taking cues from above,
Reflecting from on high.
Each game the river plays,
Orchestrated by God.
Joy of recreation,
A gift of grace and love.
This very special pastel is included in my Christmas in Virginia Plein Air and Studio Sale. The original price for this piece was $495
GAMES THE RIVER PLAYS
The river plays some games,
Itâs Maker knows the score.
Unmatched opponents meet,
To spar between the shores.
Not all so obvious,
A truth you may not know.
Much happens secretly,
Revealed amidst the flow.
Tauntingly, sport begins,
The current draws a line.
Each rusty leaf submits,
To the outcome of time.
Irresistible force,
A limb captures by chance.
One leaf joins the others,
One free to praise in dance.
The warm river passes,
Gossamer voices rise.
Puffing breath toward heaven,
Sweet love-notes to the sky.
Borders, stretching broken,
A swirling mirror laughs.
Colors sing, reflected,
Antiphonal, perhaps?
Kissing the stream with tears,
The river trades the sky.
Taking cues from above,
Reflecting from on high.
Each game the river plays,
Orchestrated by God.
Joy of recreation,
A gift of grace and love.