Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Cross legged,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
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Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Cross legged,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
In disguise by Dawn Illsley
A smile painted on my face,
With lipstick too red for my taste.
Veiled hope in disguise,
A shroud worn to disguise.
Today The NSArchaeology society gathered a group of members to tour the provincial archives. I was beyond excited. I fondly remember spending hours going through rolls of microfiche researching my ancestors. So much fun! That building is jammed packed with historical items. Vaults of treasures. The Archivists preserve the past events of the province. Trying to preserve the present for future generations. I’ve always been aware of the historical importance, I never realized the importance of present day collection of important information.
There are many types of photographics. Here’s the different types through the ages and when it was most popular.
Daguerreotype 1842 – 1856
Ambrotype 1855 – 1861
Tintype 1860-1870
Carte de Visite 1860 – 1888
Cabinet Card 1875 – 1900
I had a large day today. Woman’s march in Halifax and I visited The Art Gallery of NS. I’ve always admired Maud Lewis and it was a perfect day to learn a little more about her art and life.
The Halifax rally was a great experience with amazing speakers like El Jones and Rebecca Thomas. Both accomplished poets with inspiring words that brought me to tears.
After the rally I took a tour through the gallery…
I remember this house when I was a child driving through Marshaltown, NS. I’ve always been fascinated by her life. So simple a life but she made such an impact. She shone through her work. I have prints of her work around but seeing it in person you can see the true colour and brightness. Her voice is evident, she painted her grim world beautiful. She makes me feel we all have that ability to create hope and spread it around. My own attempts at formal “Art” has helped me learn the amount of energy that can go into something creative. You can feel it when you see it, the energy remains forever in that piece. Even when I create a knitted piece I feel the energy in it.
I stopped by Argyle Fine Art also and the PreShrunk show is happening. These little felted pieces caught my eye.
I actually stepped aside to avoid falling into this well…haha…so real…