Drawing with my year old nephew.

Drawing with my year old nephew.

The Black Queen

The Black Queen

Tags: sketch ink art


Do not stand at my grave and weep  I am not there. I do not sleep.  I am a thousand winds that blow.  I am the diamond glints on snow.  I am the sunlight on ripened grain.  I am the gentle autumn rain.  When you awaken in the morning’s hush  I am the swift uplifting rush  Of quiet birds in circled flight.  I am the soft stars that shine at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry;  I am not there. I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Galileo

"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - Galileo

Black bird
for Alex

Black bird
for Alex

for Zoë

for Zoë

Beneath black wings

Beneath black wings

Tags: whale drawing ink