Oh, Happy Day! New Emyo's Are Here!

They're Here! Emily's paintings are here!

It's as if a much needed breath of fresh air waltzed into Mulberry Heights Antiques today!

When Emily and her husband walked in the door we greeted them like they were long lost relatives! 

We were super excited and these paintings couldn't have come at a better time! It's so hot here in Birmingham that it's as if life has come to a stand still of sorts and no one is venturing out much…however, today seemed to be different and there were lots of customers milling about and enjoying our Sale and then in walks Emily! With her precious, tiny belly only slightly revealing that baby #6 is arriving in October mind you! "How does she have time to paint like this?"

I know some of you are thinking that! Because I often think it myself! No matter! She just does! Take a look at these gorgeous paintings and hopefully they will start your weekend off with a bang!

(Please excuse some of my bad photography in the birdcage series! They are truly phenomenal and some of my most favorites I've ever seen of hers!)

This wonderful birdcage series of paintings are sold separately but I sure do love them all together! They are the result of an inspiration from a Maya Angelou poem "Caged Bird" which you can read below.

These last 3 paintings are the ones she let stay with us along with the new ones! Hope you will take a look and don't let any of these incredible works of art get away if you've had your heart set on purchasing one for yourself!

Caged Bird

BY MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind   

and floats downstream   

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and   

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   

with a fearful trill   

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird   

sings of freedom.

 I hope your weekend is wonderful and that you enjoy a great Fourth of July! We will be spending ours with our daughter and her husband in New Orleans! Hope to have a lot to post about after that!