Quick Sketch
Tag: Nature
Song of Selene
Queen of the night And sister to Sun; Selene is in flight, Her song has begun. Waning or waxing, The rabbits rejoice! Dusk is for dancing, Bewitched by her voice. She tugs at the tides And welcomes the dew; She brushes the skies With ribbons of blue. Friend of the feline, The moth, and the … Continue reading Song of Selene
Mindful Moments of Sketching
'It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.' Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness (1969). Work in progress: graphite on watercolour paper, edited in Photoshop by Lydia Ruth Martin
Two Sides to Every Tree
Sam Lloyd's psychological thriller, The Memory Wood, had quite an impact on me (my review can be found here). In fact, the book inspired the following sketch! I haven't played with watercolour pencils and graphite for a while (around the same time I produced my sketch of the parrot, which can be viewed here!) so … Continue reading Two Sides to Every Tree
Inspiring Sketches: The Picture Behind the Poem
Have you ever come across a piece of art or writing that you did years ago, buried in the back of some long forgotten sketchpad or journal? Well this is one of mine that I rediscovered recently! It inspired my poem that I posted yesterday (the post can be viewed here). Finding it during these … Continue reading Inspiring Sketches: The Picture Behind the Poem
‘If I Were a Bird’: A Poem by Lydia
I must confess, I've always been extraordinarily dense when it comes to interpreting poetry. It was a genuine surprise, then, when this piece revealed itself! I had the first two lines rattling around for a few days (inspired by a sketch that I did - I'll upload it tomorrow so check back here then!) but … Continue reading ‘If I Were a Bird’: A Poem by Lydia
Park Your Fears
The last time I stopped at this wooden bench in Central Park was with my dad and Stephen, eighteen months ago. Stephen and I had just relocated to our first flat in Plymouth and my thoughts were a whirl of cardboard boxes and contracts. While the move itself is a coffee fuelled blur, I can … Continue reading Park Your Fears
L’appel du Vide
A toddler waves his chubby fists at the English Channel like a tiny fisherman’s wife while his mum sits neatly on a craggy chunk of granite, electric blue tassels swaying cheerfully from her ears. Behind the tassels, a girl with hair that glows like the moribund embers of a forest fire picks her way across … Continue reading L’appel du Vide
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