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The Wind

Posted on December 3, 2014 Posted in Liars Moon ProjectTagged night, poem, poetry, prose poetry, prose-poem, storm, windLeave a comment

the wind

Incessant wind, howling over exterior walls. Treetop branches bent to cruel angles, don’t fall. Passing car.. heavy beat… otherwise the street is bare, save for the eerie atmosphere. Continue reading “The Wind” →

Air: graphite & conte drawing

Posted on February 10, 2014September 22, 2018 Posted in Work In ProgressTagged featured, graphite drawing, wind, womanLeave a comment

Graphite and conte on 185gsm Arches watercolour paper

29.7cm x 42cm (A3) approx 12″ × 16.5″

 

 

Sudden breeze, Elizabeth Bay

Posted on December 14, 2013September 22, 2018 Posted in Buy Original ArtTagged elizabeth bay, featured, graphite drawing, spandau ballet, sydney harbour, wind, womanLeave a comment

“…a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.”
Fernand Dumont, région du cœur et autres textes

Quiet storm: atmospheric graphite portrait drawing

Posted on March 16, 2013September 22, 2018 Posted in Work In ProgressTagged featured, graphite drawing, wind, woman

“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.”
Dorothy Parker

I’ve decided to unlist this drawing from sale for the present time, because I want to do a bit more work on her face.

Graphite and pastel on 185gsm Arches paper

29.7 x 42cm (A3)

Water Bird

Posted on December 9, 2012 Posted in Liars Moon ProjectTagged elizabeth bay, rain, sydney harbour, water bird, Watercolor painting, windLeave a comment
Black Skimmer
Black Skimmer (Photo credit: MissTessmacher)

Love the bay like this. Stone cold, blue-grey watercolour day. Sea, brushed by wind, smiles with foamy grin, “That’s fine.”  Closer to shore, lone water-bird flies low across the blue, drawing her momentary lines. Nothing but time. Nothing but time.

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