Faerie
This is a larger rendition of an earlier fairy sketch I had done and is one of my first large A3 sized paintings. Which isn't really that large, but I've always stuck to A4 or A5 paper, somehow taking that one step up to A3 was always a taunting task.
If memory serves right, this is pencils and watercolour on canvas board. There is still something about this painting makes me feel like its missing something. I have no idea what it is, but one day I'll come back to this and maybe add more writings and strange symbols or something. The writing isn't all the legible, both in this photo and on the painting itself. Guess the best place to put them are here... The words are taken from a poem by Theodore Roethke:"I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile; And how, once started into talk, the light syllables leaped for her And she balanced in the delight of her thought, A wren, happy, tail into the wind, Her song trembling the twigs and small branches. The shade sang with her; The leaves, their whispers turning to kissing, And the mould sang in the bleached valleys under the rose.
Oh, when she was sad, she cast herself down into such a pure depth, Even a father could not find her: Scraping her cheek against straw, Stirring the clearest water. My sparrow, you are not here, Waiting like a fern, making a spiney shadow. The sides of wet stones cannot console me, Nor the moss, wound with the last light. If only I could nudge you from this sleep, My maimed darling, my skittery pigeon. over this damp grave I speak the words of my love..."