Happy the man whose wish and care
a few paternal acres bound,
content to breath his natures air
in his contented ground.
(The Quiet Life. Alexander Pope)
"Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings".
(Tess of the d'Urbervilles. Thomas Hardy)
Just come across your work in an old The Artist magazine and it's just divine.
ReplyDeletewow, wow, I love these!!! especially the poppies, so often in red, for whatever reason all the nicer here, rendered in black ink. Amazing drawings Ian.
ReplyDeleteI came here via Danny Gregory's blog link. So glad I did. As a very beginner drawer/painter it's exciting to be inspired by artists like yourself. I love the poetry you add as well.
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