Through.

Pushing forward, through regret
Create my path of hope of joy
This pain around is life’s, not mine
To follow this heart will be my ploy



[ Woman Thinking – Etude. sketch by Frédéric Forest ]

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There is No Silence.

  Poem illustrated using a photograph by Marah Weston.

I hear the world around me
The radio on
Traffic outside
A rabbit hopping into the litter tray in the laundry
Another rabbit munching on fresh vegetables under the coffee table
The kitchen clock ticking away, a metronome to my life
And I hear other experiences
The tuned static deep in my ears, ever-present tinnitus.
The almost silent but perceptible negativity, self-criticism, in my brain.
With my eyes closed, thoughts of today swirl around
Do I keep pushing into the day?
Do I curl up in bed again and rest this weary body?
Trying to avoid the inevitable pain of my life.

Creative Advice Tips.

So today I read this amazing inspirational list of advice for artists written by the amazing Allison Marie.

All her words are so timely for me and manage to hit the mark with a current concern in my life.

I was also inspired to have a go at some Hand Lettering by a good friend’s recent post.

So tonight while I was at a meeting, I drew this:

 
I like that this effort has revived my interest in pen work. Thanks {A}.

What do you think?  

When did you last have a go at hand lettering something?  

Fallen Angel

  
Break off my wings and file back the stumps there is no angel here only a broken body struggling to hold back the tide of adversity that seeks to overcome all.

An ancient halo is bent, rusted, broken offering no protection from the demons of disaster.

My sword was lost in the battles of forever before. It’s glowing light faded then a blade blunted and chipped was finally dragged from my hand by the craterous hide of a charging monster.

Collapsing here, this being remembers fullness of light, remembers the feeling of victory, recalls the power of the invisible army at my back.

(2 November 2015)

All That Mattered.


[ I decided to have a go at illuminating the text of this poem I wrote. In the end I scanned my two drafts drawn with artist fine-tip felt pen on paper and made adjustments on my computer. Then coloured the background using a phone image app. Happy with the final result, mostly hand work and a little computer finishing off. ]

Original text.