Branches Drip With Ice

Branches drip with ice

Out beyond the window pane —

Beautiful and chilled.


As Sharp As In My Childhood, Still

For wonder leaps upon me still,
And makes me dizzy, makes me ill,
But never frightened — for I know —
Not where — but in whose hands I go;
The lovely fingers of Delight
Have hold of me and hold me tight.


The Arts

I’ve spent the last seven months or so exploring watercolor. This month I’ve branched out into gouache as well (an opaque watercolor medium). I have always enjoyed drawing in pencil, and have tried drawing in ink once more. I’ve even revisited chalk pastels but didn’t enjoy them at the time, and I’ve toyed with the idea of other paint mediums, mainly acrylic and oil.

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