Text reads:
They Are Sleeping I have painted the female hills stretched and piled against the sky. They are sleeping. I have given them golden haloes. They are saints. They are sleeping. I have painted the gold in clouds and crevasses as well, meaning to say how they too are saints, how the world sleeps, how womanly is the landscape, how a whiskered angel also sleeps as a field of grain. M.C. Richards. In Celebration of the Poet's Eightieth Year 100 copies printed by Charles Smith on Lana Gravure, July 1996 Dangling Root Press
They Are Sleeping I have painted the female hills stretched and piled against the sky. They are sleeping. I have given them golden haloes. They are saints. They are sleeping. I have painted the gold in clouds and crevasses as well, meaning to say how they too are saints, how the world sleeps, how womanly is the landscape, how a whiskered angel also sleeps as a field of grain. M.C. Richards. In Celebration of the Poet's Eightieth Year 100 copies printed by Charles Smith on Lana Gravure, July 1996 Dangling Root Press
Artwork: 2021.14.1
They Are Sleeping (In celebration of the poet's eightieth year)
Ink on Lana Gravure paper
10 x 6.75 inches
In copyright
Gift of Julia Connor
M.C. Richards, They Are Sleeping (In celebration of the poet's eightieth year), 1996. Ink on Lana Gravure paper. Collection of Black Mountain College Museum + Arts Center. Gift of Julia Connor.
