My unfinished manga comic
A while ago I started on a steampunk manga but I had no motivation to finish it. If you'd like to read the existing pages, click the link above which should lead you to my deviantART gallery folder where I store unfinished stories and such.
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Friday, 28 December 2012
Before - After drawings
http://indigosparkles.deviantart.com/art/Hetalia-337068380 I drew these months ago but I've been neglecting my blog so here they are, very late (ahem)
Friday, 14 September 2012
Artwork summary September 2012 - part 2
Here's more pretty stuff that I've drawn for use to gaze at.
Artwork summary September 2012 - part 1
Since this is meant to be an art blog, I should be posting art and not random junk that nobody's interested in (oopsie).
Anyway, here's a summary of all the pictures I've done since the spring. (in no specific order)
Monday, 21 March 2011
Defeated by Time - A sonnet
One day I saw a pretty church of stone,
The door was red, the latch was made of gold;
Around the doorway , ivy once had grown
The peeling paint gave word that it was old.
The window frames were made of polished oak.
I pushed the door and tried the rusty handle,
The door swung open with a painful croak;
I struck a match and lit my half-burned candle.
The floor was caked with dirt, the walls were bare,
There on one wall a crucifix was hung:
All had become a dusty spiders’ lair
This empty church where hymns had once been sung.
No priest in sight, nor joyous congregation,
It’s but a scene of ghostly desolation.
The door was red, the latch was made of gold;
Around the doorway , ivy once had grown
The peeling paint gave word that it was old.
The window frames were made of polished oak.
I pushed the door and tried the rusty handle,
The door swung open with a painful croak;
I struck a match and lit my half-burned candle.
The floor was caked with dirt, the walls were bare,
There on one wall a crucifix was hung:
All had become a dusty spiders’ lair
This empty church where hymns had once been sung.
No priest in sight, nor joyous congregation,
It’s but a scene of ghostly desolation.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Dinnertime
When the clock strikes half past three,
Children wonder what's for tea,
"Leek and potato soup with bread;
help me cook it?" Mother said.
"Get the leeks out, chop chop chop,
buy some flour from the shop,
lay the table, bowls and spoons:
Dinner will be ready soon".
While the dough is baked to bread,
children anxious to be fed,
potatoes cut up nice and small,
around the table babies crawl.
Soon the kitchen smells of food,
puts mum in a happy mood,
calls the children in from play,
sunset signals 'end of day'.
"Dinner's ready!" mother calls,
wraps the babies up in shawls,
"The soup and bread I'll go and get,
the food is ready to be ate."
Father sits down in his chair,
leads the family in prayer,
then grateful children eat their tea.
What a shame there's none for me!
Children wonder what's for tea,
"Leek and potato soup with bread;
help me cook it?" Mother said.
"Get the leeks out, chop chop chop,
buy some flour from the shop,
lay the table, bowls and spoons:
Dinner will be ready soon".
While the dough is baked to bread,
children anxious to be fed,
potatoes cut up nice and small,
around the table babies crawl.
Soon the kitchen smells of food,
puts mum in a happy mood,
calls the children in from play,
sunset signals 'end of day'.
"Dinner's ready!" mother calls,
wraps the babies up in shawls,
"The soup and bread I'll go and get,
the food is ready to be ate."
Father sits down in his chair,
leads the family in prayer,
then grateful children eat their tea.
What a shame there's none for me!
My World revolves around music
My world revolves arond music,
I cannot keep quiet I've found,
Classical music's an elegance,
Such a sweet and incredible sound.
Some songs can be funky and others are calm,
Loud music can cause a bit of alarm,
If you listen often your ears it will harm,
But all music carries some charm.
When I play piano I make up a tune,
One that matches the song in my head,
Some people play trumpet, harp or bassoon,
Practice alone in your garden shed.
Music is joyous and music is cool,
I think it's better than diamonds or jewels,
So turn off that console and put away your tools,
And whistle some music on your way to school.
Pluck it or shake it or sing it out loud,
Put on a concert in your living room,
Send out emails to all your friends,
Because music will lighten the gloom.
I cannot keep quiet I've found,
Classical music's an elegance,
Such a sweet and incredible sound.
Some songs can be funky and others are calm,
Loud music can cause a bit of alarm,
If you listen often your ears it will harm,
But all music carries some charm.
When I play piano I make up a tune,
One that matches the song in my head,
Some people play trumpet, harp or bassoon,
Practice alone in your garden shed.
Music is joyous and music is cool,
I think it's better than diamonds or jewels,
So turn off that console and put away your tools,
And whistle some music on your way to school.
Pluck it or shake it or sing it out loud,
Put on a concert in your living room,
Send out emails to all your friends,
Because music will lighten the gloom.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
My poem of longing.
When I recall the windy place
The sky of Azure blue,
Then many memories return
(the search for a missing shoe).
The deckchair with a wonky leg
the airing cupboard's light,
Revealing lots of furry moths
-Now what a scary sight.
The stony paths lead everywhere
a worm of rocky gravel,
The trekking through the muddy fields
-the memories unravel.
The pain of hot cocoa
that burns and scalds my tongue,
the comedian in the High street-
my word, his show was fun.
And visits to the castle
which I hereby recall,
the cannon by the name of Meg
(the greatest name of all!)
the misty, moisty mountains
rolling hills and craggy climb-
the memories of Scotland:
The peace was so sublime.
The sky of Azure blue,
Then many memories return
(the search for a missing shoe).
The deckchair with a wonky leg
the airing cupboard's light,
Revealing lots of furry moths
-Now what a scary sight.
The stony paths lead everywhere
a worm of rocky gravel,
The trekking through the muddy fields
-the memories unravel.
The pain of hot cocoa
that burns and scalds my tongue,
the comedian in the High street-
my word, his show was fun.
And visits to the castle
which I hereby recall,
the cannon by the name of Meg
(the greatest name of all!)
the misty, moisty mountains
rolling hills and craggy climb-
the memories of Scotland:
The peace was so sublime.
Friday, 8 May 2009
My published poem!
I wrote a a poem a few months back and sent it off to YOUNG WRITERS to be published. Today the book was posted to me! The book is called MY FAVOURITE THINGS and it is a collection of poems from school age children and teenagers all over the world.
Here is my poem they published in the book:
Laptops,oh, I can't resist,
Youth club, which I never miss,
Chocolate,yum!It's taste like bliss.
Books galore, fill every room, eh?
Perks me up when I feel gloomy.
Better than a late night movie.
Studying cities like Kathmandu,
Going to town to buy new shoes.
Puzzles,quizzes, solving clues!
Are some of my favourite things.
I have also had 2 other poems published, in other books.
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