A quick sketch done in black pen when in Venice. I love using pen and ink as a medium for quick drawings because of the rough, sketchy effect that I can get with the way in which I draw. I prefer artworks with less 'finish', hence the name of this blog.
10 June, 2010
09 June, 2010
Grandfather
18 May, 2010
"Hope" is the thing with feathers--
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops - at all-
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard-
And sore must be the storm-
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-
I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.
One of my favourite Dickinson poems.
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops - at all-
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard-
And sore must be the storm-
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-
I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.
One of my favourite Dickinson poems.
24 February, 2010
An empty house...
dodgy tasting chicken, a burnt pan, a copy of elle collections, lindor chocolate and my laptop. ahhh bliss.
10 January, 2010
In the mood for Love...
09 January, 2010
Life is more thrilling in a pair of high heels.
I am never wearing flats again. The self-empowerment one gets in heels is just too good to miss out on.
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