“Cabra Primavera”
I remain fascinated by goats (unexpectedly enough, I have 5 friends who raise them). I think they’re utterly inscrutable, which I happen to enjoy.
“Pan came out of the woods one day,–
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,–
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill…….
……Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.
They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away–
Play? Play?–What should he play?”
—-Robert Frost
10”x9”
Pastel, watercolor, oil pencil
2016