Wednesday Last

There have been several holiday celebrations in the last few days. The last sketch I did was before the holiday, and it was not momentous.

Over the holiday, I ate a lot of good food, spent time with family, acquired a blister on the bottom of my right foot, and began to prepare for the next holiday.

A friend referred to this part of the year as the holiday tidal wave, and that is an apt description.

Fox

This lovely bit of handmade paper was folded into a pocket in my Moleskine calendar.

What a fun and challenging surface to work! A bit of the paper flaked off while I was drawing the tree, and I needed to fill in the details a second time.

This paper was sssoooo absorbent! It was difficult to get the watercolor in place because the paper stole the water and left the paint behind. Any attempt to brush color on the page resulted in rolled flakes of paper. I had to dab the color into place. I decided not to push my luck.

I picked this paper up while at a gift shop out near Burlington, WI. The label:

Forest

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears.
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles.
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

I’ve been drawing trees all year, but this was my first forest. I’m surprised I failed to feature some poetry until now. Not exactly a chipper set of verses from Mr. Blake but the poem tells a story.