Jan 28 2015

W B Yeats

The finished scraperboard, worked up from the charcoal drawing I posted earlier.
59×60cm


Jan 27 2015

Drawing

A life drawing, sanguine on paper. 20 minutes.


Jan 9 2015

WB Yeats

A preliminary drawing for something I’m working on. Charcoal and pastel on tinted paper
WB Yeats
The Stare’s Nest by My Window
The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned.
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war:
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart’s grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

Dec 30 2014

Tau Cross- Toraigh


Dec 24 2014

Merry Christmas