Acrylic on wood, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

A painting inspired by lines of a poem:

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere it’s setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther
from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.

From 'Recollections of Early Childhood' by William Wordsworth