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A rather old poem and etching of mine
Mon, November 27, 2006 - 11:01 PM
Sad to lose
Sad to gain
Pick a flower
It's my refrain
You were dead in my hand
I was dead in your hand
Never knowing how silently it sleeps
Never sowing what it reaps
Never showing dreams, it sleeps
In days of new, one seed I keep
I tread withered petals in snow
But I can't choose it's date to sow.
Image and poem Copyright 2006 Wendy W.
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Mon, November 27, 2006 - 11:44 PM
Ze etching, it weeenked at meee!
So incredibly deeeep ittis. Veddy enrapturing!
I lyke ze matching poem, tooo. Donkey fur sharing, deerie. |
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Tue, November 28, 2006 - 2:05 PM
this is really beautiful (as is the poem)
what's the medium you did the etching with? reminds me of an old acquaintance;s artwork, which i think she did with oil paints and wax (but it's been 30 years, i can't remember now how she explained it). |
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Tue, November 28, 2006 - 4:56 PM
I believe it was an oil based intaglio printing ink and regular printing paper that was dampened.
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Tue, November 28, 2006 - 5:10 PM
oil paint and wax...isnt that encaustic painting? Or did she actually print with that?
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