SONNET ON FIDELITY



Above all, to my love I'll be attentive
First, and always with such ardor, so much
That even when confronted by this great
Enchantment my thoughts ascend to more delight.


I want to live it through in each vain moment
And in its honor I must spread my song
And laugh with my delight and shed my tears
When she is sad or when she is contented.


And thus, when afterward comes looking for me
Who knows what death, anxiety of the living,
Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving


I could say to myself of the love (I had):
Let in not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.

By Vinicius de Moraes
Translated by Ashley Brown

This is a linocut printed on material.

What's the matter?

been playing around with this style using oil pastels on paper...tried to do something similar digitally in painter

The Frankenstein monster, as played by Boris Karloff, always seemed very sad to me. His appearance may have been monstrous, but his heart was as human and as fragile as any of ours. I hope you enjoy my tribute to Mr. Karloff's performance.

I feel a little . . . down

I made this for a history assignment, but I figure it works here too. I had to illustrate the effects of radiation in WW2

This is a bit of a sad story.

I was waiting for the train at my local trainstation, when I heard a muffled thud behind me.
There, on the ground, lay a small bird who breathes it's last breath. It hit a window.
Just like that, the little bird died, without reason, while I stood there, powerless.

This is for that little bird.

I had funerals on the brain...