but books, books and the sea,
verandahs and the pages of the sea,
to write of the wind and the memory of wind-whipped hair
in the sun, the colour of fire?
And then, this.
Hannah is the 2017 winner of this year’s Poetry Out Loud competition at her school and consequently I can’t seem to pull myself away from the site. This poem by Anne Bradstreet made me laugh out loud. It takes me forever to edit a book, and the first line of the poem below is pretty much where I live until it’s done.
But . . . is it ever done?
I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
Good one. More Hannah, she’s doing all the drawings for a short (short) movie/animation/story/thing with parts that do and do not move and lots of words you have to read.
I’ve noticed that Hannah’s drawings change depending on the paper she uses. For instance, paper with texture makes her drawings a little soft, and there’s a more confident line in any piece that’s done on the regular stuff we use in our printer. It must also have something to do with the pencil that’s nearby when she feels inclined to draw. I’ve given up on buying art pencils since those always go missing. In any case she has to like how it feels in her hand and how it works on paper or it doesn’t happen.
But, boy, when everything comes together like it did above …
My first pins! Totally enjoyed illustrating these for Fringe.
Astonishing plant that seems to thrive on benign neglect. I found it a couple of weeks ago in Morro Bay and only just watered it this past weekend. It’s sitting under a window and I’m afraid that the light will not be enough to compensate for the draft from that uninsulated wall and old window. I’ve read that it dislikes being moved to a larger pot until it’s about ready to walk out of the current one, which works for me. I’ve left it alone except for cleaning its leaves, and my reward this week? A new leaf.