illustration Friday... Portrait

illustration Friday... Angels and Devils

It's the duality that struck me; white and black, good and evil, love and lust... with the countenance of an angel, she danced like the devil. Swan Lake came to mind with the dual role of the yearning Odette and the conniving Odile. I came across this old photo of Tamara Toumanova, a baby ballerina of the Ballet Russes, as the white swan. My drawing doesn't do her justice and I really suck at drawing noses and hands. Flipped it with a rendition of her as the black swan, mirror images, the duality.

illustrationfriday... Fat

When I thought of "Fat" I thought of all the bulbuls this winter, fat little round puffballs of feathers sitting in a tree, the branch bending under it's weight. Made this wire birdcage a while ago and stuck my bulbul drawing in there. A basil stem for his perch.

illustration friday: sea

love poem

I want to show you
the maple leaves
growing. I want
to be there and watch
your eyes wake
as the time
cleaves and you can see
through it: two winged seeds,
the young leaves.

I want to hear you
speak for hours about
the world beginning,
about dust pollen and
time's insane ashes,
bloodroots and promises.

I won't be visible,
if you prefer.
I can avoid
presences and words.
I can walk in shades
that don't reflect color.
I can be a person
of no body or mind.

We can meet in
solitude.
You don't even
have to remember.

~ Marilyn Krepf

I love this poem. I want an idyllic romance, a great romance, a romance filled with deep longing and passion. I shroud myself in a cloak of cynicism but all I want is someone tender, someone who at the heart of it, respects me and holds me true to his heart.