I keep a lot of jars with bits of paint residue on them, I like the colours on this one.
Bits of paint that collect on my knives.
A dried rose.
An old piece of machine embroidery.
The rose reminds me of a few lines from one of my favourite poems.
That the future is a faded song, a royal rose or a lavender spray
Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret,
Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.
And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.
From Four Quartets, The Dry Salvages, T.S. Eliot
I think I will put this all back in my cupboard and leave the decision until another day.!!
Sometimes it's too hard to part with things that at a first glance might seem useless or just gathering dust. I love you palette knife paint collection :) seems like a little exhibition.
ReplyDeleteYes I like them too, perhaps one day I will put them together as a collection. Thanks for your comment :)
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