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“He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

not of woods only and the shade of trees.”

— excerpt from Robert Frost’s Mending Wall

Yesterday, I watched a former politician speaking with great authority, as his wife looked upon him adoringly, as he spouted hatred and nurtured fears in a subtle way.  I had to turn off the television before I put my shoe through it.  I sat for a bit trying to remember that Booker T. Washington quote, about allowing no man to belittle his soul by making him hate him.

Not long afterwards I found myself reading about current politicians and wannabe politicians, echoing the sentiments of that former politician.  They spoke with great gravity about the need for bordering walls. Southern walls.  Northern walls.  Who knows,maybe even walls within cities. Nothing new, I suppose. Throughout human history, there have been such calls. It’s the public response to those calls that I wonder most about.

In Frost’s poem, Mending Walls, as two men rebuild the wall separating their farms, one says, “Good fences make good neighbors.” The poem’s narrator replies…

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

“Why do they make good neighbors? …

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That wants it down! …”

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It was not until I spoke with my brother last night that I realized the moon was full.  I begin to wonder if all my work with paper this week is lunar-inspired, especially this image of a full moon releasing translucent leaves  upon the autumn landscape. Originally I had conceived of placing a small bench upon this hill, with a person staring up at a rainbow around the moon, an attempt to visualize this old post.  But as I worked, I found myself appreciating the simplicity of just leaves raining down on the ground.

A full moon created from an old calendar of Tiffany stained glass seemed apropos given the enjoyment I’ve had this year in photographing stained glass windows at Trinity Church in Copley Square and elsewhere.

Perhaps the strangest work created this week (so far) is a watercolor moon rising above a landscape of Frost in leaves.  What do I mean? Well …

… the leaves clustered at the bottom of this painting, like the ones you can kick about beneath a tree that has loosed all of its foliage … those leaves were created from the beautiful words of Robert Frost in poems I copied from a book.  I simply wanted to see “frost on leaves.”  We’ll see what the rest of the week has to hold as the moon wanes. 😉

 

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