Copyrights Tabitha Borges Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. . O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
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Melodye Whitaker 29 Oct 2011
Love this! Please consider joing my new group on artwanted - digital art - new category - illustrators. I found the groups lacking in this particular niche so I created a new one. Love your work!Michael Durst 02 Jun 2011
Beautifully done!Els Lam 03 Nov 2009
Super imaging and subject. Well done, Tabitha!!David Holcombe 02 Nov 2009
There is an interesting contrast between the lively colors of the background and the cold metallic sculpture. It makes a comment about the sadness of death and destruction. Whitman wrote that poem about the death of Abraham Lincoln, if I am not mistaken.Loredana 27 Apr 2009
Great work Tab super colors :)