All well with you?
Thank you so much for your sweet comments!
I had a huge smile stuck to my face for the rest of the day.
I've been playing with mixed media on canvas.
It's a bit like a collage I guess(as a newbee
I'm still not familiar with all the what-is-what names in Craftworld).
I called it La Ballerine et Le Printemps,
which translates into The Ballerina and The Spring.
I'm part French, so that's where the French flavour comes from :)
I'll be linking this canvas to City Crafter challenge week 102.
Here's what I did.
First I altered pictures in Photoshop Elements:
Obvious, right? Lol.
Honestly, every time I'm photoshopping
I get so super duper excited about the results!!
I then put gesso at my canvas en added the background paper
to the wet gesso so it would stick to the canvas.
When it had dried, I added more (photoshop-altered and selfmade)
pictures, lace and a paper doily.
Then I made two dragonflies of wire and beads.
And a flower of wire, thread and a (flat) flower of a wreath.
I've twisted the thread around the base of the slightly folded flower
and the top of the wire.
And I made some paper flowers and added strass (is that an English word?),
leaves, a fabric flower of another wreath
and a butterly picture I found on the internet.
Last but not least here are some of the pictures I used,
right-click and open in new venster to enlarge
when you would like to save them on your computer:
And here's the poem itself:
Lines Written in Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes,
while in a grove I sate reclined,
in that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
the human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
what man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
the periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith
that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
their thoughts I cannot measure:
-- But the least motion which they made,
it seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
to catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
that there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
if such be Nature's holy plan,
have I not reason to lament what man has made of man?
A wonderful day to you!