Regenerate

MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm sweet sleep...

Embracing my Wonkiness!

Finishing a journal page and requiring some reflection and a little Paloma to find my way through it ..............

Inspiration for Elements of Art journalling Course

Art for your soul .....

These three are such favourite creations of mine...they started out as graphite and graphitint drawings then after clear gesso'ing' over them i used acrylics to colour the faces pitt pens and then layered the backgrounds with stamped images and some watercolour crayons between around 3 clear gesso layers...and some dustings of cosmic shimmer minerals over a stencil there might be more to add and i would like to use them in some way as album covers or in journal pages .........

Elements of Art Journalling

The pre class guidance is up and I have at last joined the part in my 'wonky better late than not at all' style...

Alfred Joyce Kilmer Poetry

Trees

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.





In Memory

Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.

It was grief that made Mankind your lover,And it was grief that made you love Mankind.
The song within your heart could never riseUntil love bade it spread its wings and soar.
Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;It is a linnet's fluting after rain.
Because Mankind is glad and brave and young,Full of gay flames that white and scarlet glow,All joys and passions that Mankind may knowBy you were nobly felt and nobly sung.Because Mankind's heart every day is wrungBy Fate's wild hands that twist and tear it so,Therefore you echoed Man's undying woe,A harp Aeolian on Life's branches hung.
Your eyes, that looked on glory, could discoverThe angry scar to which the world was blind:And it was grief that made Mankind your lover,And it was grief that made you love Mankind.

The Beauty of Sorrow

This is 'beautiful' i want to contribute and understand more....healing through art.http://beautyofsorrow.blogspot.com/