In life, there are few constants.
We face the ebb and flow.
People come and go.
But when you count your blessings
You’ll see, in joy and strife,
One thing you can rely on;
Family is for life!
When I go to sleep at night
Bathed in stars and palest light
I know an angel guards my room;
You might know him as the moon.
Without fail, as sun does set
My dreams and I are gently met
To be looked over all the way
Until we meet each bright new day.
Bedtime Wishes is a short rhyming poem for children, copyright Ms Moem.
This poem makes a great poem for mother’s day, especially for those with younger children. If you are a dad looking to get extra brownie points, you could do worse than presenting the mother of your children with this beautiful poem print.
I last took part in the colour collective just before they took their winter break, and somehow, the beginning of March is upon us.
For this piece, I chose to illustrate Belle from Beauty and The Beast (the 2017 film is out in a fortnight) and I used the colour as the background, to really make her colour pop.
The scan wasn’t the best but I quite like this illustration.
This is quite a mixed media illustration. I sketched Belle in pencil first before colouring her in with watercolour paint and a little bit of crayon.
The galaxy was painted with watercolours.
Then I scanned the two separate illustrations into my computer and laid them over the back ground with a couple of tweaks.
I think this would be a good piece to come back to when I have progressed a little further. If my linework was stronger, I feel that would improve the quality of my illustrations. Always good to have something to work on!
But over all, for what I think I’m right in saying is my 4th colour collective illustration, I am fairly happy with my Belle illustration! Check out the #colour_collective hashtag on twitter if you haven’t already!
A Simple Truth
How do you love a person
Who’s no longer there to love?
How do you bear the pain
When you’ve already borne enough?
How do you remember day
When you only live at night?
How do you escape their shadow
When you no longer see their light?
How do you keep on swimming
When you struggle just to float?
How do you keep on sailing
When the storm upturns your boat?
How do you keep breathing?
How do you get through?
It’s frustratingly simple but
Somehow, you just do.
The world prizes possession
As a yardstick of success
Adulating those with plenty
And berating those with less
But perhaps this view is folly
And what sets us apart
Is not the things we own
But those we hold in our hearts.
Out Of Our Hands is a short poem about what matters most in life by English poet, Ms Moem.