My Own True Love 38X15 Pastel and pencil on paper
The title My Own True Love is a line from Bob Dylan's Boots of Spanish Leather:
Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?
The text comes from Walt Whitman's Splendid Silent Sun
GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me solitude—give me Nature—give me again,
O Nature, your primal sanities!
These demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement,
and rack'd by the war-strife,)
These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul, you give me
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries,
I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)
The colors reflect a painting by William Turner, Scarlet Sunset