Muscles are frozen, feel terror galore;
Comfort is chosen, danger in store;
Heart has knowing, hard to ignore;
Courage is growing, longing is fore;
Go back now, the way from before;
Or go POW, take the soul on tour;
Bright fills all, and senses want more;
Heed that call, make this life soar;
Danger an option, bravery must pour;
What if adoption, can no longer score;
See what is, go on and explore;
Life is this, no do-overs or lore;
I’m obviously no poet and hope it’s not Vogon quality… BUT I did it without quality expectations only explorative actions.
A friend on LinkedIn told a charming tale of two tails. There was a page primed begging for something like this thrilling story of adventure and daring, and I had to to capture it (which may or may not have gone a bit far).
My head is usually at home in comfort. I begin cautiously. I do make concerted efforts in bravery because my world is as big as I make it. I wouldn’t have gotten to meet so many amazing people without getting out of the bubble.
- paper sketchbook with gesso and paint for primer
- soft pastels and pencils for pigments
- fixative and clear gesso between layers
- adhesive sizing and foil leaf