Part of a series of four illustrations I will be posting more of, based on poems written by children. These were made for a uni project working with Grimm & Co, a charity that enables children to express themselves through writing.
Against the weight of a storm-dark sky, tender stems lean forward—some bending, some breaking, some still reaching.
They hold their fire at the tips, waiting to bloom, waiting to burn, waiting to belong to light.
Perhaps this is all of us:
stretching through shadows,
searching for the thin, golden line that divides earth from eternity.
Well friends just got done creating my new logo to represent my ministry. The design incorporates symbols that represent both writing poetry, commentaries, short humorous stories. This is represented by the quill pen. My fine art, commercial art represented by the painter's palette, and illustrative tools.
The colors running to the center of the palette to from the cross, represent my Christian ministry. Going to FedExs to have business cards made. Planning to use this logo for my art fair booth
Part of a series of four illustrations I will be posting more of, based on poems written by children. These were made for a uni project working with Grimm & Co, a charity that enables children to express themselves through writing.
A big fan of standing on hilltops and staring moodily into the middle-distance, the Klauzal is best known for sharing long, terrible poems about cloud formations, and telling anyone who'll listen about the restorative powers of blackberry jam.
“A Saian boasts about the shield which beside a bush
though good armour I unwillingly left behind.
I saved myself, so what do I care about the shield?
To hell with it! I'll get one soon just as good.”- variant of a poem from Archilochus
I absolutely loved the poet who spoke at the inauguration yesterday, so I looked up a photo of her and drew it. I would attach the photo, but I can’t upload more than one thing. :)
A creature happily roaming lands to question and feel the wonder in realms delightful. Eyes through trees, feathered expressiobs, loud poetic verses. Wood realms unveil an interesting reality here.
Realms of Vibrant Oddites at display through poetic tales of welcome wonder. What emotions be boiled in this cauldron? Thoughts of mindful darkness play this way.
Ps i hadn't drawn felipe solo / on his own since 44 week ago aka last time being Sunday oct 19th 2024 aka being 10 months or 1 year ago 10 days
or 44 weeks 6 days
or 314 days
or 7,536 hours
or 452,160 minutes
or 27,129,600 seconds ago during my instagram era under my old username btw Due busy drawing other YouTuber flamingo fanarts lolz but not related Felipe from flamingo at all!
This was a gift for a special colleague who had already worked at my school for more than 20 years. I painted her with gouache and especially her blond hair gave me a headache. I‘ve never worked with this paint before. In the background I used special paper, charcoal and acrylic markers. Inside the card is a poem about her.
Single line Ink on Paper. Original only no copies or prints made. Portrait of two peopoe facing eachother looking in different directions. Autistic Art
