Happy Thanksgiving!

“Family Gathering”         6” x 6”        Pastel         © Sharon Lewis

Sending every good wish to my friends and family for a Thanksgiving full of peace, joy, and love. I am so thankful for your presence in my life!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Over the Hills and Through the Woods

“Over the Hills and Through the Woods”        9” x 12”        Pastel         $100      © Sharon Lewis

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            It’s Thanksgiving this coming week and as my students and I scatter over hills and maybe through some woods, I am feeling so grateful for all my kind, loving, and thoughtful friends and family. My life is so much richer and happier for your presence!

I hope that wherever you are this Thanksgiving, that you are gathered with love to celebrate this holiday of gratitude.

May you feel the warmth of all those who love you this Thanksgiving.

Happy Weekend!

     

Oxford in the Fall

“Oxford in the Fall”       12” x 9”      Pastel      $100      © Sharon Lewis

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            I’ve spent many, long hours in my office lately but I feel very fortunate that I have this view of the beautiful Oxford College campus. When I first came to Emory University’s Oxford campus long ago, I was struck by the natural beauty of the quad which had quite a few huge trees with massive canopies. Unfortunately, we’ve lost some of those older trees due to storms over the years but we still have quite a few striking trees throughout the campus. There’s something wonderful, after hours of meetings and grading, to look up and see the sun set this tree ablaze with glorious colors. I’m so grateful for this view.

            Happy Weekend!

 

In the Deep Fall

“In the Deep Fall”        9” x 12”          Pastel         $100      © Sharon Lewis

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               I love the poem by Mary Oliver, “In the Deep Fall” from which I borrowed the title of this painting. She writes:

 Don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

            Happy Fall and Happy Weekend!