
Initially, this image came from an Emily Dickenson poem about hope being the thing with feathers that perches in your soul. It's a companion piece to a drawing and print called Watched Pot (see below). My friend Olive really liked Watched Pot, and I just noticed the feather sketch next to it in my sketchbook and decided to do it up.
I think the feather drawing fits the topic of cultivate, both because of the pot and the dreams that are growing in it.

7 comments:
it fits well indeed. beautiful
"Sings the tune without words,
And never stops at all."
Like this!
~Mike
Thanks, Mike. I love that poem.
I love the starkness of the contrast! I think black/white speaks volumes in color! Happy Sunday.
Great atmosphere in these drawings
Excellent!
Ooooooh--lovely, evocative drawings! I really like both of them!
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