The horse image is a newer digital composition and the quote is a very haunting one.
We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East.
Neutral Palette challenge: using found ephemera, digital elements printed out separately and adhered to canvas, stamped & painted using Golden's fluid acrylics, distressed with charcoal & Ranger alcohol inks, painted some more and stitched.
Me? I'm thinking... FRENCH! Eiffel Tower images and song!
Voila!
Des yeux qui font baiser les miens, Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche, Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose. Il me dit des mots d'amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ca me fait quelque chose.
Il est entre dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause. C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui Dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie. Et des que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi Mon coeur qui bat Des nuits d'amour a ne plus en finir Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place Des enuis des chagrins, des phases Heureux, heureux a en mourir. Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose. Il me dit des mots d'amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ca me fait quelque chose. Il est entre dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause. C'est toi pour moi. Moi pour toi Dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie. Et des que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi Mon coeur qui bat
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I'm also thinking... a little art would be nice!
My gift to you today (not necessarily romantic)...
Yes... it's winter precipitating again here in the foothills of the snOzark mountains. We're not accustomed to seeing quite this much snowfall but it does the creative juices good!
I revived an old illustrator piece I'd done for Mae a year or so ago... and it just makes me so happy to look at! Especially since Katrina-cat, our long-lost Siamese, has come home after nearly ten months. She's been sitting here happily in my lap as I work and we are cozy while watching another six inches pile up on the banks of Lake Barto.
The only thing could make this more purrfect? If our boys were home and we were drinking hot chocolate...
Believer.. Daughter, Sister, Tia...Student of Art and Life.... Cat Herder.... Bark Park Administrator...
from salvage to selvage- I take scraps of this and scraps of that to make a patched up life.