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When Great Trees Fall – Maya Angelou

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Purple Canvas - m.joy

This is own small tribute to a ‘Great Tree Falling’. Purple wash on a canvas with metal guitar and butterfly detail and lyrics of ‘Purple Rain’ by Prince along the edges of the canvas

Remembering, expressing the soul of the music visually – passing on. not lost

Wonder what the ‘Soul’ is. Perhaps in a simple, non religious sense, our soul is our essence, a part we leave behind – the memories of us by people who know and love us (unconditionally) and people we touch and have been touched by.

There must be so many ways of representing the Soul, found these few..

“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.” ― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou – from  When Great Trees Fall

“I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
― Victor Hugo

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