I love this Yeats poem. A sequence of events and coincidences, and a bookmark gone astray have inspired its treatment here, both in terms of the artwork and the interpretation of the poem itself. Clicking on the image below will
I framed it.
It’s been a long time coming but I’m pretty pleased with this. All done on used teabags … (If you click on the picture, you can enlarge it)
Sometimes things don’t turn out as one would have liked them to, or as one imagined they might, or as one hoped they would. Most times it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it does. Sometimes one learns from one’s mistakes and doesn’t
I’m not holding this out to be anything other than a thing I did. I wasn’t really sure how I should approach it, what different levels of depth I should be aiming for, how I’d complete the detail and so
Doodles, sketches, rough lino cuts … Note to self! For clean lines in lino cuts, I need to use a sharp blade/knife to cut around the lines before using the gouge to scoop out the other stuff. I’ll
Gecko on a teabag! Whatever next?
No. Not more blood this time. Actually struggling with a bad back. I’ve had spasms in the lumbar region for over a week. Yesterday, however, things progressed to quite severe cramps from just above my arse to my knee. Walking
I read somewhere recently that one shouldn’t carve wood when tired. Here’s why … Stopped now. The bleeding has, too.
… for this post really. Just marking time. Marking wood. Marking paper. Bleeding. Again.
During our August visit to Birr Castle, I picked up a branch and stuck it in the boot of the car. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it but I didn’t get around to it till this
My fuchsia on an unfurled used teabag … (click on it to make it bigger) And my turtle … I have nothing more to add today.