6x6 inches acrylic/graphite/ink on muesum board
A small idea sprouts where there was nothing but rock.
Green and small it grows with speed.
Nurtured by only the seed of an idea.
Slowly it unfurls itself to the world.
Green and small it grows with speed.
Nurtured by only the seed of an idea.
Slowly it unfurls itself to the world.
Illustration Friday prompt "sprout"
12 comments:
Beautiful. I love the color...without reading your poem, I associated the 'rocks' with a human figure. :)
oh love it!!
beautiful...delicate.
that's the way it goes!!! very very cute.
Like it very much. sincerely yours
driian
This is so soft and delicate and new looking. It makes me think of spring. I love your poem as well...new ideas are like small personal springtimes, aren't they? Lovely:>
a good one! we humans, live in a world of ideas and fantasies
So pure and sweet but powerful at the same time. Love this, Susan.
simple and effective - love the poem too, very nice Susan.
The first thought that comes to mind is that it's a bundled up old woman, and something is springing from her back. Cool job!
Hi Susan, Oh, its lovely, reminds of spring and I really can't wait for it to arrive! Hope all is well with you,
Take Care,
:) Abbie
Art and poetry goes hand in hand, you do it well!
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