jimoneilalaska (AKA: Jim O'Neil on ipernity)
burning bright
In the forest of the night....
I suspect everyone in the world (ok, almost everyone) is familiar with William Blake's
_________
THE TIGER
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Wlm. Blake
_________________
Started out working wet on very wet, applying the Prussian blue straight from the tube, mixing it on the paper and tipped the paper to establish the basic shape. Normally my winter palette leans toward softer pastels (as do the winter lit vistas here).
watercolor on 9" X 12" cheap watercolor paper.
burning bright
In the forest of the night....
I suspect everyone in the world (ok, almost everyone) is familiar with William Blake's
_________
THE TIGER
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Wlm. Blake
_________________
Started out working wet on very wet, applying the Prussian blue straight from the tube, mixing it on the paper and tipped the paper to establish the basic shape. Normally my winter palette leans toward softer pastels (as do the winter lit vistas here).
watercolor on 9" X 12" cheap watercolor paper.