Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Friday, 3 July 2015

Left of Center..The Purple Witch

Todays piece of work that I made for the wonderful design team over at the Left of Center.
We are lucky enough to have the fabulous Ikes Art sponsor us for this challenge. I just loved working with this piece of art. She has the name of Witch 2, if you wanted to pop over to the shop to see where I began.


I began this piece by painting the canvas in black acrylic and then, as the new challenge is called..'A Splash of Paint' I decided to splash bright coloured acrylics over the black.The image..witch 2...I decided I wanted to colour her outfit purple because of that saying..when I get older I will wear purple..and of course I do have a passion for blue hair...even though mine is green at the As most of you know, I collect sayings and have had this one for a while and thought it was fitting for the witch to be sharing the wisdom. After all most of us have the face that we show the world and let only a few we know see the person that we really are. Since losing Henry, I think that I have built a wall but at the same time feel as if people can like me or lump I used to tell Henry..don't bother hating anyone..they either won't know or don't care. Either way it's only yourself that is hurting...and that ends up being another way for them to win. So hold your head up and carry on your way.

Well the coffee is calling and the sun is shining. All the cats have left the cottage and as far as I can see, they are all sunning social worker came yesterday and she must be being accepted by the cats..Nicademus took to her lap and I don't think he wanted her to leave...he really is a ladies As for Reginald..I think the heat had affected him..when the social worker arrived he stood at the top of the stairs and barked. Now if you knew Reg..guard dog he isn't...I said to her she will have to be firmer to him...or words to that all. usually Reg is more feminine than most ladies I know. After his show of manliness yesterday afternoon..he had to have a long lie down to So I'm off to do some crafting..I hope that you all have a fabulous until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.

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