Dave Greenさんのイラストまとめ

Lines.

Columns. Experiment in charcoal and oil washes with pastel. Blind and deaf dog not included.

At the foreshore a flint
Possibility, ex-Roman
Was laid at my feet
By the brown tidal wake

The beach of vast piles
At Bankside briefly emerge
Worker’s timelines in brick
And tile. Like a furtive ghost

I slip heavy holes into my work bag
That weigh my shoulder

Morn @IMcMillan

Still scraping away at this collage on board. It’s part of a secret triptych.

The clearing of the deadwood

The giant slain
Torso of such heft and mass
The earth shook

There, the rotting core
Ash died back
Bleeding heart won no saviour

Not reprieve
Sliced like cheap cake or dead meat
And a new patch of sky looks down

Morn @IMcMillan #poem #poetrytwitter

You were confounded
By scrivener’s scrawl
Assumptions founded
On what they call

The Doctor’s letter
That hides its gen
So you get better
And work again

For work is a curse
That drinkers decry
As they empty a purse
For the scrivener’s lie

Morn @IMcMillan #poetrytwitter

Oil and varnish over monoprint with some charcoal. Just an experiment.

Oil sketch of pools and promontories. Completed quickly over a charcoal scribble. #sketch

I never meant to write pentameter
Or find a word to rhyme with happenstance
But as I hung around gasometres
And churned out gothic downbeat sadder verse
I totted up my step pedometer
As though one day I might just have a chance

Morn @IMcMillan #poetry

I decided to try a few new @SeymourPip oil colours on this one at the brighter end of the scale.