D.H. Lawrence – The Enkindled Spring

D.H. Lawrence - The Enkindled Spring

So I made this picture because I fell in love with this poem after I read it. It says almost perfectly what I feel about spring coming. I hope you enjoy, the image was made with GIMP and is 2560×1440.

The Enkindled Spring

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.


Dewy Blue Flower

Dewy Blue Flower

Last of the selective colors. I also changed the color of this one.

A Pretty Thing

A Pretty Thing

-It’s always a weird feeling when you create something beautiful that seems hollow. It’s missing any sort of meaning, but when you try to add meaning it just detracts from the creation. I’m feeling that right now. It’s 3:20 AM and I’ve just created something that I feel is aesthetically pleasing, but it’s missing a piece of vision, or meaning, and that’s hard to add. I guess I’m not comfortable with something just hanging in the air, even if it is something pretty. I want purpose, I want focus. I don’t get that from life as whole, so I try to force it in everything else. There’s never time to stop and smell the roses, to appreciate the beauty in life, no matter where it came from. There’s time in the abstract, but never in the moment. It’s like we forget to appreciate things because we have them. They become dull to our senses. That’s what this seems like. Like nothing, but nothing that is still worth appreciating. I’ve tried adding all sorts of logos and images that give the color and the pattern some meaning; I’ve made them speak, but I haven’t liked what I’ve heard. It just sort of debasing to the soft colors and the glowing pattern. I’m not sure I can stop myself from spending another few hours trying to find something for them say. Something that works with them, but I realize now I might be alright stopping. I don’t think I will for a while, but I’ve thought about it, I’ve struggled with it. It’s just not always easy to find the words to go the tune. To find the piercing purpose to add to the beauty. I guess I always want to use pretty things for my own ends. It’s one of my many flaws.