A Tribute to Winslow Homer Click on any painting for a larger and much better image. The life I have chosen gives me my full hours of enjoyment for the balance of my life. The Sun will not rise, or set, without my notice, and thanks. Once created, the wave or the arc of a wave begins its journey through the sea.
Countless vibrations precede it, countless vibrations follow after.
It approaches the continent, swings into the coast line, courses ashore, breaks, dissolves, is gone. The innermost water it last inhabited flow back in marbly foam to become a body to another beat, and to be again flung down. So it goes night and day , and will go till the secret heart of earth strikes out its last slow beat and the last wave dissolves upon the last forsaken shore. He was an independent American pioneer of impressionism. Simple, sober, the unconscious hero of the picture turns to get the bearings of his schooner as he bends to his oars with all the steadiness of a man who has a long way to row and who must neither waste his strength in spurts nor lose his head.