Saturday, February 28, 2009

Sometimes Real Sometimes Pretend

Seashells hold the whispers of wind and sea
All of life becomes known to me
A world of wonder and wishes of no end
Sometimes real sometimes pretend.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887-1986, The Shell, 1934, charcoal on laid paper
From the Collection of Dorothy Braude Edinburg

1 comment:

  1. You were right Rose, I did enjoy this. I have always held seashells in awe, ever since my grandmother told me the mermaids left them on the shore while I was sleeping. They remind me of her and all that can be.