Oils on 40 x 40 cm stretched canvas.
A remake of a favorite painting (that was yet only a layer), inspired by a favorite poem (Emily Dickinson’s “Hope”), which I also made into a song last year. Not to be confused with a favorite remix (Flic Flac’s “Hope/The Great Dictator”) of a favorite speech (Charlie Chaplin’s “The Great Dictator”)…
“Hope”
By Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet—never—in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of me.
