The Winter of My Coming
The Winter of My Coming
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Sumi ink, watercolor, 12-k gold leaf, mulberry paper on watercolor paper.
Original Painting: 14.5x10.25" Framed: 22×17" double matted with archival mats, framed with solid wood. UV protected glazing. Comes with a print of the poem ready to hang. Click on second thumbnail and then click on that image to see how it looks framed. $1000.
Limited edition print signed and numbered. Printed on Epson Velvet Fine Art Paper with archival inks. Printed on 19x13" paper, 14.5x10.25" image size. Click on third thumbnail and then click on that image to see how it looks printed. Edition of 150.
Print comes with a backing board in a plastic sleeve, no mat. Ships flat. $125.
Card comes with an envelope in a plastic sleeve. $7.
Poem 7.25x6" comes framed in plexiglass. $40. (Poem is included with purchase of the original painting.)
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THE WINTER OF MY COMING
It is the winter of my coming—
the long, drawn out days of retreat.
Over and over I ask myself,
“How do I live today?”
as if, on its own,
it is consequential,
as if every moment
is recorded and revisited,
as if every moment matters.
We live in the time
we were born into.
This one: the beginning of the end
or the renewal.
We don’t know which yet.
Fires, floods, pandemic,
freedom’s decline,
the hidden and the seen
all mixed together
in the same caldron.
We drink of it daily.
It tosses and turns
in our stomachs and minds.
Each of us full, yet hungry—
hungry for life to begin again.
We want what we had,
but those days are gone.
We move forward into the end
or the renewal.
Every choice leads to the answer.
Every moment
metered and noted,
every morning asking,
“How do I live today?”
Every step positioned
as if it matters,
because it’s the only thing
that does.
©Sherrie Lovler