Tuesday, July 24, 2007

A Raisin in the 'Son'

What happens to a dream deferred?

As long as you don't lose track of it- it remains possible. I guess.

(Thank you to the great Langston Hughes and his poem, Harlem).


Blogger steve said...

What a great image Andy. It's been a while--you must have been busy. Anyhow, what medium is this is, if i can ask?

Congrats on the Thinking Blogger thing too. I still have a couple of those memes to do too, which i can't seem to find the time to persue. Anyhow, don't feel guilty--geez! Hope to see more work and words from you soon sometime!

9:25 AM  
Blogger janie said...

amazing teeth!amazing painting

9:26 AM  
Blogger get zapped said...

Splendid, Andy! This is one of my favorite poems, and you still amaze me with your artistic talent!

10:43 AM  
Blogger steve said...

Ok, I finally did the Meme Andy!

11:50 AM  
Blogger Jared Shear said...

Very cool!.... love those lips and teeeeth.

12:50 PM  
Blogger biteyourowntail said...

Amazing Andy - those teeth are just hyper real.

Keep a hold on that dream...

1:27 PM  
Blogger studio lolo said...

Wow, that's some amazing painting there Andy! What's to feel guilty about? You deserve the award :)

8:41 PM  
Blogger neilornstein said...

What is the connection with langston Hughes? There is a play called Raisin in the Sun but its not by Hughes. You gotta help me, Andy. I shall surely go mad.

5:26 AM  
Blogger neilornstein said...

By the way, if you ever find yourself in Toronto, let me know and I will take you to dinner.

5:27 AM  
Blogger AndyDoodler said...

Thanks Steve. Yeah- a rollercoaster time wise. Oil on canvas. & thanks for the guilt lift.

Thanks Janie :))

Thanks GZ- same here about your talent!

Thanks Jared

Thanks Sarah- will do

Thanks Studio- you are kind- and thanks for the guilt lift too.

Nooo - don't go mad Neil:
Poem "Harlem" (sometimes called "Dream Deferred") from Montage of a Dream Deferred (1951), from which a line was taken for the title of the play "A Raisin in the Sun."

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

cool! thank you very much Neil for the dinner invite!! I will def. remember should I find myself in Toronto. Hear it's a great place.

12:19 PM  
Blogger luisa brehm said...

a dream deferred, Andy ???
in your case, you made of it a stunning painting !!! to eat every piece with the eyes .... i'm still looking !!! please, don't bite the dream, it would explode ....
i love this poem too ....
big hugsssssssssssssssss
happy wednesday ;-))))))))

2:34 PM  
Blogger Janice said...

awesome... just awesome... !

7:56 PM  
Blogger HARDWAX said...

You're a risk taker, holding fast to that dream with those hungry teeth.
Beautifuland thoughtful You know it would be great if someone honored you with the "Thinking Blogger Award", oh, that's right, someone did. I like the poem and you rock doodleman.

8:20 PM  
Blogger juj said...

what studio lolo said - times ten.

6:54 AM  
Blogger AndyDoodler said...

Thanks Luisa
Big Hugssssss to you

Thanks Janice

Thanks Miri. Maybe- but my jaw is so tired.
haha- you rock

Thanks x10 Juj

2:16 PM  

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