Another linocut, yew!

Okay so this process is a little addictive. I love how it takes a lot of thought. And then there’s the energy of carving it out and making a nice mess of lino bits everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

This piece is inspired by a true story of someone dear to me. If they wrote their life story, this is how it would begin:

“When he was a young boy, a crow stole his watch. Perhaps this explains everything that’s happening right now.”

the_crow_and_the_watch

My first linocut print

I’ve had a couple of pieces of lino and black ink laying around for a while. At last over the weekend I pulled them out and had a carve. While the designs are simple, it was satisfying for me to complete the process and I felt really pleased with the results. I just love the intensity of the black ink and there’s a tiny thrill when pulling the piece of lino up off the paper after inking it up. Credit for the words go to someone dear to me.

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Lost – David Wagoner

I’ve been doing a short course on illustration, one night a week. It’s been a welcome escape and break up of a weekly routine. There was an activity where we had to illustrate the following beautiful poem. Below is my take on the piece. I used ink on watercolour paper.

lost_meekins

Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree of a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest know
Where you are. You must let it find you.

– David Wagoner