Be seen on the echoing green

I am still jamming out on the Gelly Rolls. I am now trying them over acrylic on board. The detail above is greatly magnified. You can see the paintbrush strokes and pen strikes on the white flower petal. This floral arrangement was inspired by the William Blake poem, "Echoing Green." Read the entire poem below. Happy New Year!

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.

Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.’

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mother
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.

William Blake (1757-1827)

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Have a Very Merry…

Felted acorn tops a napkin holder

I’m not much of a napkin holder gal, but my mom sure is. She uses them everyday. For Christmas I made her a set of these little nuggets to add to her repertoire.

Santa’s reindeer in paper

Crafting at CC’s took a new turn last week. I was not inspired by my usual selection of paints and pens and instead turned to an enormous stack of 12×12 scrapbooking paper to move me. Every color is represented and I only needed to find a thread of thought to follow my bliss. I grabbed a very sharp pair of scissors and went to work on crea