Showing posts with label Ink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ink. Show all posts
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Sketchbook
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The Dove
Very literal illustration for a nice and short poem by John Keats. It had been sitting around in a stack of unfinished drawings for quite a while, and I finally found the motivation to finish it. Here is the poem:
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving. Sweet little red feet! Why should you die— Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why? You lived alone in the forest tree; Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
- John Keats
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
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