Showing posts with label Graphic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Graphic. Show all posts
Monday, March 11, 2013
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Holy Cow Butterfly
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| Holy Cow! Butterfly #54 - Graphic Illustration - 2.23.12 |
The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
- by Robert Louis Stephenson
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
- by Robert Louis Stephenson
In honor of my friend Anne Woerner, Happy Birthday!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day!
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| hearts a flutter - silver, acrylic on canvas 2-14-12 |
The Butterfly
As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly has no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.
-Heather Reneé Adamkiewicz
As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly has no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.
-Heather Reneé Adamkiewicz
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
House of Cups
In Progress-
House of Cups
Mixed Media
Early Stage of Painting. It will be a mixed media piece.
I will post the progress as it develops.
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