A Cloud, a Tree, a Star. Illustration of St. Brendan (Naomh Breandain in Irish) for Tolkien's poem, Imram (https://englewoodreview.org/poem-the-death-of-st-brendan-j-r-r-tolkien/).
"He'd forgotten how to keep his head from popping off in outer space. Why was he here again?" ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Dealing with Blue, a young adult romance.
"It meant something good when it was over. I need my space." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Dealing with Blue, a YA love story with small town fun.
One of a series of illustrations done for a book of poetry. The poetry was in Dutch so I have no idea what the poems are about! However the designer, the late Baer Cornet liked my work!!
W. B. Yeats (1865–1939)
A lyric poem of eighty or more lines took him about three months of hard labor.
Fortunately, Yeats was not so careful about his other writing, like the literary criticism he did to earn extra money. “One has to give something of one’s self to the devil that one may live,” he said. “I give my criticism.”- From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey
“Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.”
― W.B. Yeats
#dailyrituals #inktober #WBYeats @masoncurrey
poem: a dumpy poem
I'm compiling simple slapdash 5 min. drawings of my poems
10€ a drawing
Dave +351 969 534 520
https://artdavidmeehan.blogspot.com/p/7.html
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.
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.
„Sweet cakes and milkshakes“ this line is a part of the poem from the film „Before sunrise“. Celine and Jesse met in the train to Paris. Then they decided to switch up their plans. When I watched the film some years ago I felt so inspired. Until now the film has a special place in my heart. Do you have favourite movies? Wish you a woonderful dayy. :)
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.
"I am about to drop a nugget." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Burnout, a young adult story about love, motorcycles, and a road trip from hell.
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.
"He ordered a large side of feeling and the avoidance maneuver roll since they were sharing a can of love." ~ A blackout poem from a recycled page of Dealing with Blue, a young adult romance.
The Edge of Night
We are living in the days on the edge of night
You can see the darkness swallowing up the light
As the world of man accepts wrong for right
Time is short, and it is foolish to waste it
By debating with skeptics that faith in God is intellectually
bright
We are living in the days on the edge of night
The enemy’s delusion is thick
So, walk by faith and not by sight
Don’t lie around sunbathing in the light
We must pick up the banner of Christ
And work as long as there is light!
(January 23, 1994)
Poetry + Illustration collaboration (3/10) with @rhianbrookepoetry where I make 5 random illustrations and Rhian writes a poem to accompany them, and she writes 5 poems and I create an illustration to accompany each of them. This is the 3rd one of mine finally finished. #collaboration #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poetrycollaboration #poetryillustration #illustratedpoetry #drawing #doodle #doodlesofinstagram #illustration #drawing #ink
“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
