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30 In 30, Day Twenty-One

Bouquet. Acrylic, pen on 5 x 7 canvas panel. © Sheila Delgado 2013

Wedding Bouquet ~ Marie Harrison

Wedding bouquet
Floral Bouquet dreams;
Women push and shove to catch,
Magical Foliage.

This canvas started out as a landscape. Then an abstract. This incarnation came from the leftover paint on my palette. I did not want to waste it, so I started playing. I thought this was horrible once it dried, and it is a bit crooked. I took out a pen as a last resort, and Bam! Not too terrible after all. I think it could work for a greeting card.

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30 In 30, Day Twenty

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Watercolor on 140 lb. cold press paper. 2.5 x 3.5, © 2013 Sheila Delgado

I did a half dozen of these. Trying to get better. Turns out the first one is the best. Some days you just need a KISS. Keep it simple stupid.

Wishing you all a joyous weekend. Hope you have time to notice a flower or two. The bark of a tree, a fallen leaf, the gentle whisper of the breeze.

Treat your soul to some art today!

“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste it’s fragrance on the desert air.”

– Jane Austen, Emma

The Gentle Gardener

I’d like to leave but daffodils to mark my little way,
To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray;
I’d like to pass away from earth and feel I’d left behind
But roses and forget-me-nots for all who come to find.

I’d like to sow the barren spots with all the flowers of earth,
To leave a path where those who come should find but gentle mirth;
And when at last I’m called upon to join the heavenly throng
I’d like to feel along my way I’d left no sign of wrong.

And yet the cares are many and the hours of toil are few;
There is not time enough on earth for all I’d like to do;
But, having lived and having toiled, I’d like the world to find
Some little touch of beauty that my soul had left behind.”
― Edward Guest

30 in 30, Day Nineteen

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Acrylic, Gouache, and Pen on 5 x 7 canvas panel. © Sheila Delgado 2013

I always remember this poem wrong. It is one of my favorites, but one word always gets replaced in my mind. Maybe it is all those years in Choir singing “Silent Night”. I was trying to be so sure, I would write the correct word on the canvas. As you can see, I goofed again. I am laughing at myself, I was being so very careful.

I am the quiet type, so it makes perfect sense to me. My apologies to Lord Byron and to my college Poetry Professor Otto Pfeiff.

I am not entirely happy with this one. Her eyes and lips were there from the start, but her nose never made an appearance. I tried several but nothing worked. Maybe I will give her a nose job in a day or two.

She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;