It’s been months since I had time or energy to do any mixed media work in my sketchbook. Recently, I had a chance to get back to it and it felt great to be creating art again.
Sunset and Evening Star
One of the things that was read at my father’s funeral was Tennyson’s ‘Crossing the Bar.’ The message continues to bring me comfort, sometimes, navigating the loss.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
A collage built around an antique real-photo postcard; the other half of a set made as gifts for friends of my sister.
Another collage built around an antique real-photo postcard; this one is part of a set made as gifts for friends of my sister.
Going through some things the other day I found some really old artwork of mine (this one if from back in 2001).
A collage of all odds and ends leftover from the various projects I’ve been working on this week (holiday gifts for family and friends, the last pages and the cover of my ‘Passages’ sketchbook).
Passages, Front Cover
The front cover of my ‘Passages’ sketchbook. I’m really happy with how the whole thing case out.