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February 14, 2010 by jozien

Cat! This is all so beautiful, your paintings, your poems. I have no idea why i didn't really look at your stuff before It's what i have been searching for, a dream come true.
And that i win your print, is just a bonus. Thanks so much

February 15, 2010 by Rachel Westfall

Cat, I love this painting! The poem is really sweet. And I can't begin to tell you how delighted I am that Jozien is the winner of your print! Hooray, Jozien!

February 15, 2010 by TWM

The mysteries of longing take their toll…aye they do but once the tll be paid it gets ever so much easier. Maybe you should make some snow angels to ice down the arm Catherine. {;-] }

February 15, 2010 by Nevine

Cat, there's something about the silence in your poetry… it's as if you're not speaking, but your heart is doing the talking. I hear this piece like it's coming from your heart. I don't hear your voice. I hear a muffled "thud" and these words hidden in between.

Your image shows the stark contrast you express with your beautiful words. Soft but unforgiving snow, and black tree trunks with bare branches, and the moon, full and silver and throwing its light… And your final line… Well, love melts everything. It is that powerful.

Cat, your poem made my eyes sting. The last six lines are "Love" in a nutshell. And only such a tender soul as you can express it so tenderly. I hope you had a lovely Valentine's Day!

Nevine

February 17, 2010 by jason evans

Ooh, I like! Both the painting and the verse.
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February 18, 2010 by Sarah Hina

Cat, I think I like every painting you do better than the last. I love this one. You made some beautiful choices here. The trees, and trodden path, are arranged in a way that lead our eyes to that fat, waxing moon. But then you conceal the moon with those fingered branches, also reflected in the trees' roots. I feel like something is clinging, or cracking. There's a stark beauty to the scene, but an icy loneliness, too. It's absolutely riveting.

The poem melted me, especially the lines that Nevine pointed out. The transition from "snow" to "sand" was brilliant. It brought an automatic warmth, while also alluding to time's ephemeral nature. And to think that all of this flowed from within made it that much stronger. The purity of snow seems a perfect backdrop for a moonlight rebirth.