Man on the moon, Just skeched when work was too boring. I used normal ballpoint pen.
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Harvest Time II
Following close on my first page for this month’s theme challenge, this one popped up. The scythe and the stalk of wheat are some of my favorite pieces of iconography associated with harvest time and they show up here together, along with a waning crescent moon.
A Crooked Crescent Moon Tries to Sing Me to Sleep
Another entry in the ‘sleepless’ moleskine. Done in graphite and colored pencil.
It was my dear friend’s Birthday and I decided to draw and tattoo him:)
Sorry it wasn’t on time,but Happy Birthday mate!
Just drawing some shapes/objects from an old tarot deck I have hanging around; all the cards in this particular deck are collages taken from Medieval paintings and illuminated manuscripts, really a great study for art appreciation.
I was just playing around with contrasting light and dark shapes and ended up with this. Done in Pilot G-2 black ink.
Moonwatch Evening/ A series of talks at the observatory – Ink in a Watercolour Moleskine
We visited this series of astronomical talks on Saturday night. It was held in the old observatory on Edinburgh’s Calton Hill. I had never gazed at any stars or planets through a telescope before so was looking forward to this part of the night. First of all we were “treated” to talks about infra red radiation, measuring astronomical distances and time using caesium isotopes. We also learned about comets, meteorites and meteors. I wondered if Margaret was thinking about divorce by the end of this but we finally viewed the moon and Jupiter (with three of her moons showing) through the hundred year old telescope. My scene is meant to represent the top, right hand side of the moon with Jupiter showing beyond. (I have moved Jupiter a few million miles left to get her into the page – artistic license!). I found the whole experience awe-inspiring and now want a huge telescope for my next birthday present. We were lucky. It had been stormy on Friday and more foul weather (very severe as it turned out) was forecast for late Saturday and Sunday. As the last of our group looked at the heavens a veil of cloud swept over the view and the moon she hid her secrets from us – until next time.
From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The moving Moon went up the sky.
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside-
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)