Still working with the blended pastel on rag paper idea but marrying it with some Celtic knotwork. I was looking for something romantic to write over it. And then I thought of Eavan Boland’s poem Quarantine, about the famine. And a starving man who carries his sick wife until he could go no further. Their bodies are found the next morning. And Eavan Boland’s description is a simple but heartbreaking expression of love.

 

I’ll do more with this in due course (I have in mind a stop motion sequence) but, for now, I’m just going to call this The Kiss …

 

Love