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Tissot Comes Alive

Tissot Comes Alive

So little time,
So much to paint
Of lasting worth.
The years mis-spent.
The social rave.
The treats of earth.
Those cities gay
Where I would play
With earl and wench.
My shame today.
Take them away.
Their swirl, their stench!

For I have found
Much richer ground
From which to paint.
The Life of Christ
Pearl of Great Price
For every saint.
Let canvas fly!
Be quick to dry!
Scenes of the King.
Of those He blessed
The poor, distressed.
Let my brush sing.

Jesus Wept (John 11) by James Tissot

(Preacher in Watercolour James Jacques Tissot (1836-1902). Consult the following link:James Jacques Joseph Tissot Biography Son of devout Roman Catholic parents, but a Christian convert only late in life, after a history of patronage in the vain societies of Paris and London, an adulterous relationship of twelve years with a divorcee (Kathleen Newton who died in 1882, a suicide suffering from consumption) and dabblings in spiritualism. Several visits to the Holy Land increased his zeal and sense of detail for the land and people.)

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