Still playing with pencils and paint - I love the immediacy of it. I haven't forsaken stitching but it is a m ore time consuming process. The small cross stitch I started as a Christmas project is nearly done - provided I stick to the kit instructions but I know I want to add a quite a bit of surface embroidery so it will be another couple of weeks before it is done.
I have posted a pic in the side bar of a drawing/painting in progress. It was always going to be a girl singing (the original drawing is posted below) - in googling poetry I came across a poem - Music by Walter de la Mare - which has sort
of influenced where it is going:
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's wood's break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
I guess you can tell I was particularly struck by the line When music sounds, all that I was I am . I could elaborate at this point ... but I won't - it will mean something to you or not.
Cheers
I have posted a pic in the side bar of a drawing/painting in progress. It was always going to be a girl singing (the original drawing is posted below) - in googling poetry I came across a poem - Music by Walter de la Mare - which has sort
of influenced where it is going:When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's wood's break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
I guess you can tell I was particularly struck by the line When music sounds, all that I was I am . I could elaborate at this point ... but I won't - it will mean something to you or not.
Cheers
