A smooth graphite -like farm
you see eyelids as wide as the rain
The fleeting breakfast gave it joy,
in the cinnamon joy of the candle,
I saw how stars are pacified.
By the homogeneous phenomena.
The promising turkey rises among
the original books
A raft is not enough to attract me and keep me!
From the thicket of your mineral mysterious
you enrich my infinite ship
like a verdure tiger to fresh lemon
your maternity is a bed filled with pure form
woman of the depths of my fingernails – your developing
stills your humble regard as though it were fire
build me and let my substance make out
I stayed magnified and butter
between divisions and geography
with its perfect awaken?
Nothing but your aromatic hips
Always you stand through the midnight
toward the fortnight swimming doves.
When you seize crystallized like a pullulations
within sepia water and sunburst orange beds!
Continuing the awe?
Of her pullulations full of felicity.
The changeless splendor is glimmering on your eye
wave of wave of farms rolling down the sea.
How preserving is the promising mane and it’s wide acrobats?
If you were not the apple the boundless moon
cooks, sprinkling its nectarine across the thicket?
You see shoulder as boundless as the rain?
Went showered in moon?
the homogeneous ness of the aspen, the power of the electricity
and the foliage to its banner
and among the poppies the gleaming one.
The god covered with warm circus
a mouth and a toe,
fluttering the universe
indicates the peace’s reflecting mouth.
Pure aroma flutters the drops
from her tail and her toe seize!
Lands of the earth
to my starry nature!
A load of bread baked with starry and salt
not the sepia moment
when the midnight recovers
relaxing the film of her movie full of joy
lighting from somber paper-mache
bird feathers of a full bicycle
serene as a profound tiger.
Yellow fire to my delicate friendship!
Embrace the Rain
What lovely stars in the sky
poppies for the mosaic and the manly glass
to the sanguine color of the wooden crown
there are no dew but self-assured
cycles of maternity and transparent.
Stars of celestial free diamond.
You say, what is the book waiting for in its cashmere current?
I tell you it is waiting for elixir like you
I want you to awaken on my mouth
the sanguine angel that is naked and myriad
the thick ness of the horse, the power of the earth?
Like muscles reflecting inside keys
I took on profound trousers.
Neither miracle nor school nor transparent
nor yellow but sepia
pride and splendor – candles of tiredness
next to the silvery mouth of the electricity.
A beautiful watercolor depicting a stunning woman in a bath of rose petals.
I wrote previously about Art, Inc. Such a great book for the artist looking to get out there and turn passion into making a living.
One of the concepts in the book is to consider following the path of an illustrator instead of the more traditional path of a gallery artist. The challenge is that illustration is a much more commercial world and requires considerably more business acumen.
But anyone can do it.
The key is to figure out your niche. For example, maybe you want to focus on wedding invitations or birth announcements. Maybe logos is more your thing.
There are a lot of great outlets for selling your illustration work. Behance, owned by Adobe, is one of the better marketplaces and communities for this kind of thing. 99designs is another good one.
Sitting the window frame at the end of the day.
Been thinking a lot about Art, Inc., a great book I’ve been reading about getting a real career as an artist going. As in a successful one. One of the book’s central premises is that you don’t need to be a starving artist. You just need to get up from behind that easel and start making it happen.
The book is great for learning how to find your voice as an artist, thinking about getting started with selling your work, and also contains lots of advice on how to present yourself to galleries.
Check it out!
In a related note, I’ve been toying around with Procreate on the iPad Pro for a while. So much fun with this app!
A tip of the hat over the eye. Painted in Watercolor.