i felt the consecration of its loneliness: my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep- on the wild colouring communicated to ridge and dell by moss, by heath-bell, by flower-sprinkled turf, by brilliant bracken, and by mellow granite crag... Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre... ah, yes, the swell and sweep. so this piece is acrylic on paper, 10 x 14 inches. completed four and thirty-five seventy-thirds days ago.