|acrylic on canvas, 20x24 inches
This painting was substantially reworked in 2006
|"The buried jewel seeketh yet to shine,
And music's spirit haunts the idle string:
So doth the heart in sadness ever twine
Some fading wreath that keeps hope lingering.
Remember not, my soul, remember not!
There is a madness lurks in memory,
She hath her music, and the strain once caught
Forever must the silent wings of thought
Bear to thine ears the mournful threnody."
Robert Burns Wilson, 1887