On Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth (USA) 1948

In the field of gold and gray, dreams and reality floods. 

With every brushstroke, I am brought to life, captured in a quiet peace.

In a landscape enormous and stretched out, where the wind softly roars.

My name whispers in the fissile of the grass, in the quietness.

As I lay, gawking towards the distant horizon, hopes inflate. 

My body, grounded yet longing, holds out across the earth. 

I am seeking comfort, seeking answers, seeking all that life is worth. 

Through the ache in my limbs, the weight approaches my chest.

I crawl, determined, thriving towards what may come. 

In this moment, frozen in time, I am both fragile and vigorous. 

Each brushstroke, a spillway for my silent prayer, 

In Christina's World, I am free. 

For in this timeless triumph, I find my place.

The girl in the painting symbolizes grace. 

Rummaging into Christina’s soul, her commotion and variance, 

her hopes, her fears, the kernel of her life, I

let her journey unfold with depth and present everywhere.

And through her eyes, I let my emotions ignite.