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I’m often asked how I choose my titles.  Sometimes titles are just playful double meanings, sometimes they are snippets from my thoughts and sometimes, as in this case, they are excerpts of poetry that resonate somehow with the theme of the painting.

This Painting for example was inspired by my experiences of the evening coastal light and landscape of Pembrokeshire, but also from a favourite poem about nightfall by Alfred Lord Tennyson:

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;

The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,

And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts, in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake.So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.

Now Sleeps the Crimson| Sarah Jane Brown | Oil on canvas | 40x50cm