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
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!
