At seventeen you said,
You know I really think a lot of you
Well, you haven’t hit me yet
Dear Miss Whysall, but we’ll soon out a stop to that
Do you know how to call a waiter to the table?
At twenty one you said,
I sleep with a woman who sleepwalks Mars
Will you marry me?
I think you should go away to Oxford to realise your dream
Can we see the poverty stricken student line of engagement rings?
And so it has continued
and so I love you
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
A soppy love poem for my Cheese seller. It’s his birthday today!
A sketch with watercolour pencils of a Polar Bear and cubs:
A road to the central volcano of Faial island in the Azores, lined with blue Hyrandgea flowers:
A painting of our oldest hen, called Dave. I’ve tried to indicate movement:
Dave belongs to my youngest son, who is 17 today.
Another Monday painting of mine. I really enjoyed painting this Rhino –not from real life I’m afraid, but from a photo…..
In this cold, looking forward to warmer days ahead…..
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
Leonardo da Vinci
Let’s start the New Year with a colourful cafe flying the Jolly Roger in Angra do Heroísmo, Azores.
I have now painted this rock several times –not sure why!
Floating abstract rosebuds, achieved by swirling a brush of colour on a wet wash.