Why I titled this painting of my father - Rage Rage. 

with respect and admiration to Dylan Thomas and to my father who has always raged against thoughts of old. 


 Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Two Wee Barns SOLD during the Opening Reception of Tiny


International House 

Davis California


Watercolors and Pastels: 

A Collection


Opening Reception

November 11th, 2016



Installed until December 4th

TINY SHOW  


STUDIO GALLERY

San Francisco 

November 11th- Dec 23rd

​www.studiogallerysf.com

T. Steinbach-Garcia Art