A Little at a Time

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Sunset Cove 1st Pass

Perhaps another bit of watercolour before gouache and then pen:

 

How Many Miles...

 

...may I walk with Thee, my Love?

Temple Complex

TEMPLE COMPLEX

(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Imagine: a square

within, -open air;

four pillars, light

-and dark, in pairs.

Galactic arc overhead,

nighttime scene in bed.

Dream, but one well fed;

silken covers black & red.

In recline I wander nightly,

mind shining so very brightly.

My reflection appears to me,

and thinking, she too can see.

Silver radiant mist surround,

prismatic colours abound,

distorted syncopation profound,

interpolated sense' confound.

Ghostly, shadow electric,

a profusion so eclectic;

thoughts come thither to me:

incantations, So Mote it Be!

Torches burn brightly in the night,

a power stronger than mere might,

a whispered scent of precious sight,

colours louder than they are light.

Stars, not-falling, arc-overhead;

this nighttime scene in my bed,

a sort of dream, but one instead

which soothes aches, both hurt & dread.

This square: imagination

not unfounded, -with intention

pure, beyond circumspection:

innovation and not invention.

One must get one's feet wet...
See You there Midnight

 

Shmaesa Ayor Kirmarikhle

"I Walk the Sublime Path"

Who is that on the balcony?

One of a series

I created a slew of images on this theme, dozens.  This one has a nice mix of stylistic elements, colours and content based on my goals.

My plan is to be able to more and more closely render a mix of watercolour, gouache, and ink physical media to match this theme.

Wish me luck.

 

THE ROAD BY AUTUMN (one year anniversary)

THE ROAD BY AUTUMN
(C) 2022 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Hearing your voice: golden leaves are falling.

Endless empty hours while away the days.

We communicate another way: --thence, you

grant new vistas, and I feel the songs,

with upturn'ed thumb, to count the views.

To be there before the leaves have fallen,

there before her day, or mine comes 'round.

Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'

Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.

For I cannot longer linger on, my wake

a train of Autumn's colours, aswirl behind;

Blind I speed your mottled realm, by

instinct, onward rising urgence-sake.

The road by Autumn, afore November's Fire.

To be there before the leaves have fallen,

there before her day, or mine comes 'round.

Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'

Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.

Golden leaves a'falling, tis'your voice I'm hearing.

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 o Today's rainy inspiration.