Oil on linen – How softly sinks the trembling sun
How softly sinks the trembling sun, 2024, 0, 40 × 80
Like an apple gathering, 2024, 0, 36 × 32
To see a world in a grain of sand, 2024, 0, 40 × 60
Waves that sway themselves in rest, 2024, 0, 36 × 32
While melting music steals upon the sky, 2024, 0, 54 × 60
I shall wear white flannels and walk upon the beach, 2024, 0, 40 × 40
I stood still and listened to the rumble of pebbles, 2024, 0, 40 × 80
Shifting shadows of palaces and strips of sky, 2024, 0, 54 × 60
Suppose a hush should come, 2024, 0, 60 × 54
The quiet coloured end of evening, 2024, 0, 30 × 60
To the wind only, for only the wind will listen, 2024, 0, 48 × 60
Dust in sunlight and memories in corners, 2024, 0, 32 × 36
Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, 2024, 0, 40 × 60
Seek not to count the future waves of time, 2024, 0, 24 × 72
Trying to peer through lighted shutters, 2024, 0, 40 × 40
I dream of a pink rose tree, 2024, 0, 40 × 60
Seek not to count the future waves of time, 2024, 0, 72 × 28
Their unquestioning green leaves seem alive with expectation, 2024, 0, 48 × 48
Vague earthly vapours progress in secret, 2024, 0, 48 × 60