Colors - Abstract Acrylic Portfolio Showreel #2:

 

Abstract Acrylic Portfolio Showreel #2

This is the second in a series of portfolio showreels my husband, Jack Kost, made to promote my abstract acrylic painting.

Featured works are abstract acrylics using pour techniques.

Future work will include mixed acrylic ink abstracts.

Painting images are available from the Allegorical_Littera online Zazzle store at:

https://www.zazzle.com/

To view the image, type Abstract Color Study and the number into the Zazzle search field.

Example: Abstract Color Study 503

Images are available as cards, and can be transferred to posters, t-shirts, notebooks, magnets, mugs, and more.

A percentage of sales from Zazzle is donated to Multiple Sclerosis (MS) Research.

Showreel design and development credit:

Jack Kost, Allegorical Littera

Music credit:

Ambiance#5 by Lilo Sound.

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Colors - Abstract Acrylic Portfolio Showreel #1:

Abstract Acrylic Portfolio Showreel #1

This is the first in a series of portfolio showreels my husband, Jack Kost, made to promote my abstract acrylic painting.

Featured works are abstract acrylics using pour techniques.

Future work will include mixed acrylic ink abstracts.

Painting images are available from the Allegorical_Littera online Zazzle store at:

https://www.zazzle.com/

To view the image, type Abstract Color Study and the number into the Zazzle search field.

Example: Abstract Color Study 503

Images are available as cards, and can be transferred to posters, t-shirts, notebooks, magnets, mugs, and more.

A percentage of sales from Zazzle is donated to Multiple Sclerosis (MS) Research.

 

Themes:

art, artwork, poster, painting, acrylic, abstract, fluid painting, Kathleen Jane Kost, showreel, video, MP4

 

Showreel design and development credit:

Jack Kost, Allegorical Littera

 

Music credit:

Ambiance#5

by Lilo Sound.

Dogwood Blossoms Poem by George Marion McClellan.

Dogwood Blossoms

Poem by George Marion McClellan.
 
To dreamy languors and the violet mist
Of early Spring, the deep sequestered vale
Gives first her paling-blue Miamimist,
Where blithely pours the cuckoo’s annual tale
Of Summer promises and tender green,
Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.
The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth,
Where dying winds of March their branches swing,
While upward from the dreamy, sunny South,
A hand invisible leads on the Spring.
His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins
With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups,
Where to the warm and passing southern winds,
Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups.
Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,
The fields will spread with every brilliant hue.
But high o’er all the early floral train,
Where softness all the arching sky resumes,
The dogwood dancing to the winds’ refrain,
In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.
 

Recommended reading:
Poems by George Marion McClellan.
Video by Jack Kost.
2025.
 
Dogwood Blossom photographs by Jack Kost.
Sound effect credit:
Forest wind and birds
by freesound_community
from Pixabay.

Dogwood Blossoms Poem by George Marion McClellan.

 

Dogwood Blossoms

Poem by George Marion McClellan.

To dreamy languors and the violet mist

Of early Spring, the deep sequestered vale
Gives first her paling-blue Miamimist,

Where blithely pours the cuckoo’s annual tale
Of Summer promises and tender green,

Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.
The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth,

Where dying winds of March their branches swing,
While upward from the dreamy, sunny South,

A hand invisible leads on the Spring.
His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins

With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups,
Where to the warm and passing southern winds,

Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups.
Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,

The fields will spread with every brilliant hue.
But high o’er all the early floral train,

Where softness all the arching sky resumes,
The dogwood dancing to the winds’ refrain,

In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.

Recommended reading:

Poems by George Marion McClellan.


Video by Jack Kost.

2025.


Dogwood Blossom photographs by Jack Kost.

Sound effect credit:
Forest wind and birds

by freesound_community

from Pixabay.

The Blue Ridge Poem by Harriet Monroe

The Blue Ridge

Poem by Harriet Monroe.
 
Still and calm,
In purple robes of kings,
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world.
The forests cover them like mantles;
Day and night
Rise and fall over them like the wash of waves.
Asleep, they reign.
Silent, they say all.
Hush me, O slumbering mountains –
Send me dreams.
 

Harriet Monroe

December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936
 
Video by Jack Kost
2025
 
Blue Ridge Mountains (2019)
Photographs by Jack Kost.
 
Sound effect credit:
Forest wind and birds
by freesound_community
from Pixabay.

The Long Road Poem by John Oxenham:

 

The Long Road

Poem by John Oxenham.
 
Long the road,
    Till Love came down it!
Dark the life,
    Till Love did crown it!
Dark the life,
    And long the road,
Till Love came
    To share the load!
For the touch
    Of Love transfigures
All the road
    And all its rigours.
Life and Death,
Love’s touch transfigures.
Life and Death
    And all that lies
In between,
Love sanctifies.
Once the heavenly spark is lighted,
Once in love two hearts united,
Nevermore
    Shall aught that was be
As before.

Recommended reading:

Bees in Amber: A Little Book of Thoughtful Verse

by John Oxenham.

Picture:

The Road Ahead (2019)
by Jack Kost

Video by Jack Kost
2025

Music credit:
Softer Love
By Clavier-Music
From Pixabay
 

The Last Word of a Bluebird, poem by Robert Frost:

 

The Last Word of a Bluebird

Poem by Robert Frost.
 
As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, “Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Lesley (will you?)
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made ice on the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-by,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax –
And do everything!
And perhaps in the spring
He would come back and sing.”
 

Recommended reading:
 

Robert Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays

 
Video by Jack Kost
2025
 
Music credit:
 
Cold October – Soft Piano Music
by Clavier-Music
From Pixabay
 
Labels:
Robert Frost, Video, Jack Kost, MP4, 2025, poem, The Last Word of a Bluebird, March 26,

The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe

The Sleeper

by Edgar Allan Poe
 
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And softly dripping, drop by drop,
 
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
 
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin moulders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
 
All Beauty sleeps! – and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!
Oh, lady bright! can it be right –
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
 
Laughingly through the lattice drop –
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully – so fearfully –
 
Above the closed and fringéd lid
’Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid,
That, o’er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
 
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o’er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
 
And this all solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
 
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
 
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold –
Some vault that oft hath flung its black
 
And wingéd pannels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls
Of her grand family funerals –
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portals she hath thrown,
 
In childhood, many an idle stone –
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
 
Recommended reading:
The Complete Stories and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe (1966)

 
Video by Jack Kost – 2025.
 
Photograph: Moon Over Trees (2024), by Jack Kost.
 
Wind Sound Effect by freesound_community from Pixabay.