The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
- William Blake
I painted this back in November but there were some passages in it that I wasn't happy with. So today I took the painting out and made some revisions to it. It's always a good thing when you can pinpoint mistakes in a painting. It's an even better thing when you can figure out how to fix the errors! I definitely came a little closer to achieving what I originally wanted in this portrait, so I am happy:0)
Thank-you William Blake for your beautiful poetry. I think the two work well together, don't you?