“In every room this is still your house, your history. And if in the morning I rise like a ghost, outside it is still winter and sun bright, and snow like the memory of a long rain.” PoetryLossGriefPoemMemory Author:Stanley Plumly
“The subject for both of them was the light, but for Constable the light was through the clouds, it had a kind of filter quality. [For] Turner it was the sunlight, pure and simple. The sun, absolutely. He's supposed to have said on his deathbed that the sun is God—that's not what he said. He said, 'I'd love to see the sun again.' That's what he said, and wouldn't we all.” ArtLightDeathSunPaintingSunlight Author:Stanley Plumly