Poetry in Brustrokes and PigmentTHE HORIZONS
COLLECTION
These landscapes came to me in my most honest and raw moments.
A reminder of light. A reminder of the consistency of hope.
Flow through the available originals, poetry, & print reproductions below
The Horizons Collection
The poetry rooted in this collection Just a feeling
Notes floating through my veins
Arching melodies pulling
Look up. Look up
Stay present
Just a line
Thin in the darkening earth and sky
A tear, sewn with gold
Beauty there. Beauty now
Stay true
Just a whisper
Meet me on the other side
Draw in everything
Closer. Closer
Stay soft.
Just a dream
The light here will be good
The ghosts will be gentle
The children will sleep in peace
Stay awake
Just a glimmer
Stain the white linen with a strong line
It is all for a reason
It is all good
Stay here.
Keep going. Stay with it.
Keep moving. Keep feeling.
My eye cannot look away;
My heart is bent toward the horizon.
I move in its direction for all of eternity and until the sun goes down and the thin lines of gold and hazy peach fade away and my steps are muddied in the inky dark.
But the candles keep flickering next to the stars and the closet light I never turn off. And the ghosts are usually soft. And the children sleep with heavy breathing in piles of warmth. And soon enough, I look up, and the black horizon is gently watercolored with lavender, growing steadily, until the rainbow haze fills everything, bringing me back into the living painting of hope and light until my feet are moving again.
Look to the horizon and find your place there.
It is all good. It is all for a reason.
No feeling is final. Stay with it.
Keep moving.
In art school, we were taught that the horizon line is the grounding force in any painting. “Where’s the horizon line?” a pretentious senior asks as I squirm under their eye and slash a line through the canvas, annoyed with the simplicity.
And yet, as I move through life and the landscape, my eye is on the horizon. Always. Upcoming. Uplifting. Constant. Calling.
I sometimes wonder if these miles of discovery were all a joke.
The horizon is always out of reach.
Still calling.
Still showing off its spectacular colors from afar.
And all I have to show is a feeling (stay present), a line (stay true), a whisper (stay soft), a dream (stay awake), a glimmer (stay here).
But isn’t that enough?∎
“Horizons” by Emily Jeffords
Print Reproductions
Prepared on luxurious cotton canvas, these glicee reproductions look uncannily like their original painting. Each one is printed on wonderful flat fine art quality printing canvas with a large scale professional printer and hand-cut in my studio.
Sizes range from easily gift-able 8x10s to statement-making 36x48 large prints.
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