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| 24 x 30, pastel on recycled Wallis |
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 1610
3 comments:
Quite beautiful! It reminds me of how pungent pastels are. I suspect I'll be going back to them soon.
Painting with pastels is like being Midas with pigment fingers. Whoo. What a rush!
caught my eye, sucked me in and there I lie! thanks.
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