Spring and the Lady in Red - Oil Pastel Pastel by Aurelia Schanzenbacher

Spring and the Lady in Red - Oil Pastel

by Aurelia Schanzenbacher

Canvas Print

$54

Framed Print

$79

Art Print

$28

Poster

$28

Metal Print

$77

Acrylic Print

$85

Wood Print

$57

Throw Pillow

$27

Fleece Blanket

$48

Duvet Cover

$98

Shower Curtain

$68

Bath Towel

$35

Jigsaw Puzzle

$38

Tote Bag

$26

Portable Battery Charger

$47

Yoga Mat

$60

Greeting Card

$5.95

Spiral Notebook

$15

Sticker

$4.50

iPhone Case

$26

Beach Towel

$35

Round Beach Towel

$70

Coffee Mug

$14

Men's Clothing

$28

Women's Clothing

$28

Youth Clothing

$24

Toddler Clothing

$22

Baby Clothing

$26

Buy the Original Pastel

Price

$125

Dimensions

9.000 x 12.000 inches

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Title

Spring and the Lady in Red - Oil Pastel

Artist

Aurelia Schanzenbacher

Medium

Pastel - Oil Pastel

Description

This is the original oil pastel of the digital creation that was put through digital software to soften and give the painting a more luminous effect. The original is an 8x10 and will be signed.

Spring is a time of rebirth. HIstorically, Poets have written about the rebirth and beauty of Spring. One poet is Alice Moore Dunbar - Nelson who wrote a Sonnet about Spring was comfortable writing Prose. She was a Poet, essayist, diarist, and activist was born in New Orleans, Louisiana in the 1800's. A writer of short stories, essays, and poems, Dunbar-Nelson was comfortable in many genres but was best known for her prose. One of the few female African American diarists of the early 20th century, she portrays the complicated reality of African American women and intellectuals.

SONNET : BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON

I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you've made me dream
Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam.