The sleeping artist’s finger smears bright chalk on night’s murk of monochrome shadows. The artist is at work, splashing golds and blues in a dream’s inky hues, scribbling phantasmal figments in glimmering pigments that explode like chrysanthemums and burn like red hot geraniums across the canvas sheets and evaporate with the onset of morning light. […]
Tag: Drawing
I was reminded of this by meredith84’s drawing ‘The long goodbye’
When I saw meredith84’s drawing, its strong lines and round shapes reminded me of a love poem I wrote some time ago. I can imagine the drawing being developed into a piece of sculpture. Stone When you are gone I am like a solitary stone On the shore, Washed up by the sea, Threatening in […]
writing in north norfolk 