462nd heart
May 20, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Guarding my time, ( yesterday’s heart) tidying my space, creating fashion in my studio and dancing yesterday. Happy weekend xx
461st heart
May 18, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Time stays long enough for those who use it. -Leonardo da Vinci
460th heart
May 18, 2013 § 2 Comments
Thank you Sue Hoult for sending me this poem this morning and introducing me to the work of Michael Leunig
458th heart
May 15, 2013 § 6 Comments
This morning in my emails I found a post from a blog I follow Moonshine I follow a few blogs and don’t always click through and read, but there’s something intoxicating about Sharlie’s ‘dreams, randomness, ramblings and poetic images’ today’s was beautiful and drew me in. I immediately wanted to illustrate it for one of my hearts, and pictured Sharlie dreamily sitting on top of a mountain… but then I saw she’d written it for Will Godec…
I thought I’d better have a quick look before I started to paint…
…and then, the words and the illustration forming in my head took on a whole new meaning… Suddenly I’m aware that Will has died unexpectedly, and that he must have loved the mountains and sports, and that he was a great and much loved guy.
With Sharlie’s blessing here is my heart to illustrate her poem for Will.
And as I love her poem so much here is the full version.
Snow-covered
On the tip of a mountaintop
there is a soul
A bit jagged
A bit reckless
A touch restless
A touch lost
I can see storm clouds
rolling in
gracing those peaks
Subltle gray
hues of darkness
that bleed into regret
There is just
enough
light to catch
shimmering glints
and reflective hints
of weightless snowflakes
Kissing the edge
of nothingness
Tapping into
unknown distances
Do feet of the unknown
dare to take
that first glide?
A wooden and
waxed leap
down a trail
yet to be formed
Does the heart
dare to explore dreams
that still linger
upon pristine snowbanks?
A graze of grace
upon the cheek of
God’s country
Can that smile
cut through
the fear
and anticipation
of failure
and victory?
Underneath it all…
the summit,
the boulders,
the powder,
the blunders
is a heart of gold
that cannot be covered
by the darkness
of an avalanche
A thawing-
the coldest spring
binds us
into arms of strength
Even in the deepest drifts
your footprints mark
where you have been
A place in between
the dancing of snow
where your shadow
is cast
and time never melts
