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Connecticut Artist Leif Nilsson is an impressionist. A modern form of Monet in Connecticut. His art is wonderful. His site is so very well done so get out of here and go there.
Click on the pic above and use Cntrl + to enlarge. It’s high-res and you can zoom to the brush strokes. Very pretty close-up. With impasto the eyes loves to just look at ther brushstokes. They are part of the art.
The internet is about content and links. Our little show and tell gene is a bit more out of hand than most and our posts and links mean that we can help other artists be seen on their sites.

Artist Leif Nilsson is our content today. We like the way he goes for it.
Any artist knows the cost of materials and impasto is expensive. To paint Van Gogh’s paintings with his materials would cost a small fortune. We admire Leif’s work!

Ainu Madonna Poem by Barbara Spring

April 3, 2012 by David Jackson

Ainu Madonna

Written the day before Easter

White light dreams through

each leaf

each dragonfly wing.

Sophia streams white light

black madonna of the well

virgin of the rocks.

Sunlight opens plum blossoms

warms rock my thighs

we entirely pierced by sunlight:

bear child me.

Their cries bring milk

in starry streams

brimming sweetness

self

bear cub

and baby girl

look into my eyes

as I look into theirs:

tug teat suck

and knead

my breasts jet warm white

streams that pool in

circle of fur curve of belly thighs arms.

We never chose to be

bodies in the milky way–

soft and tender flesh spinning through space

Mother Sophia, black madonna, rock virgin:

So o o o o Fi i i i i a a a a a

Quando vocÃª estava morrendo poema by Maria Jackson

April 2, 2012 by David Jackson

Quando vocÃª estava morrendo
Os meus pensamentos nÃ£o eram
Da escuridÃ£o da sepultura,
Mas dos seus olhos,
Azuis como o cÃ©u,
Mornos como o oceano,
MÃ£os que acariciam
E coraÃ§Ã£o que ama,
Um filho,
Um irmÃ£o,
Marido, pai,
Amante, amigo,
E quando eu morro
Os meus Ãºltimos pensamentos vÃ£o ser
De vocÃª.

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