ode on grecian urn
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to main, to whom thou sayst,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty” (John Keats)
Practicing with my pens, drawing around blobs of paint to see what they make. Kind of like cloud-watching…This is a lightning goddess about to hurl a bolt of golden electricity to earth.