Drawings are at once the heartbeat, the bones, the musculature, and the spirit of all art. Drawings constitute a unique language for each artist, and the viewer is privileged to glimpse the skeletal elements of the art process first-hand. Drawings are personal: they reveal , they are intended as notes, they are a means to an end, and they represent the embryo of genius...the moment of an artist's truth.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Moon
Here is an excerpt form one of my favorite poems, S.T. Coleridge-style of course...
"The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside."
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme of The Ancient Mariner
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6 comments:
wow! lovely!
Incredibly beautiful!
V Nice drawing!
Wonderful excerpt, stunning model. The drawing is lovely.
i seem to gravitat to the left one cause of the lighting
wonderful work!!!
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