My new website: http://www.maureentillmandigitalart.com

I am very excited about my newest website, and happy that I managed to build it myself. I did it through WIX.com - they gave me everything I could have wanted for tools. I was able to link the site to my FineArtAmerica.com store plus my ETSY.com shop. I wasn't sure I could figure that part out but WIX gives you so many built in aids that I am confident I can learn whatever I need to for use on the site - given enough time that is! I have included on my 4 page website about a dozen of my favorite digital art pieces that are available on Fine Art America.

http://www.maureentillmandigitalart.com

http://www.maureentillmandigitalart.com

Among Women by Marie Ponsot

What women wander?

Not many. All. A few.

Most would, now & then,

& no wonder.

Some, and I’m one,

Wander sitting still.

My small grandmother

Bought from every peddler

Less for the ribbons and lace

Than for their scent

Of sleep where you will,

Walk out when you want, choose

Your bread and your company.

She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

She looked fragile but had

High blood, runner’s ankles,

Could endure, endure.

She loved her rooted garden, her

Grand children, her once

Wild once young man.

Women wander

As best they can.

Summer

 ''Summer has set in with its usual severity.''                                                                           Samuel Taylor Coleridge                                                                                                                        

© Artwork - Maureen Kavaney Tillman

Am I Kin to Sorrow? by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door——
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow—
And what does Sorrow care
For the rosemary
Or the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
Are we kin?
That so oft upon my door—
Oh, come in! 

The Soul Bringer

                                                                   
                                                                                                         

© Copyright Maureen Kavaney Tillman 2013

Flaming June

     One of my most favorite paintings - Flaming June
               by Fredrick Lord Leighton 1830-1896

The Answer by Carl Sandburg

You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
For the answer is:
Silence.

In the republic
Of the winking stars
and spent cataclysms
Sure we are it is off there the answer
is hidden and folded over,
Sleeping in the sun, careless whether
it is Sunday or any other day of
the week,

Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.

Have we not seen
Purple of the pansy
out of the mulch
and mold
crawl
into a dusk
of velvet?
blur of yellow?