Portrait in Green by Lee Krasner, 1966
Helen Frankenthaler, Madame Matisse 1983
Camille Bombois (French, 1883-1970), Le Parc de Baden. Oil on canvas, 80 x 100 cm.
Stanislav Zhukovsky - Spring water, 1898
Alma Thomas, Spring Glass, 1973
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.
Tomas Tranströmer, From March 1979 (via heteroglossia)
Translation by Robin Fulton (Bloodaxe Books)
Originally from The Wild Marketplace (“Det vilda torget”;1983)
In February living stood still.
The birds flew unwillingly and the soul
chafed against the landscape as a boat
chafes against the pier it lies moored to.
The trees stood with their backs turned to me.
The deep snow was measured with dead straws.
The footprints grew old out on the crust.
Under a tarpaulin language pined.
One day something came to the window.
Work was dropped, I looked up.
The colors flared. Everything turned around.
The earth and I sprang toward each other.
From The Half-Finished Heaven (“Den halvfärdiga himlen”;1962). Personally I would like to change the last line to: ~”The ground and I [took a leap] towards one another.” Because it does say “marken” (the ground), not “jorden” (the earth), for example.
Gerhard Richter: 4096 colours (1971)
Max Ernst, Forest and Sun1927