Monday, May 5, 2008


Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
(Boots of Spanish Leather, Bob Dylan, 1964)

My old friend painted this sometime in the 1970s. I believe that he painted it while he was an art student in the first few years after he returned from Vietnam.

I had another one-word dream last night. This time my old friend, who died on April 20, said, "Shore."


Dawn said...

lovely painting and poem! nice way to start the week, thanks Am!

Dale said...


Zhoen said...

So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.

robin andrea said...

Beautiful artistry there, am. Your friend had a lovely, true vision. Shore is a good word.