... The dark sacred night

There's a reason why I'm making you crane your neck sideways.

All done. We are pleased at the way this one turned out.
You might recognize the phrase from Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World:

I see skies of blue... and clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night

And I think to myself... what a wonderful world

I admit it: I fell in love with the song when I heard it in Good Morning Vietnam. But it got me to get a CD of Armstrong songs.

And the "dark sacred night" really held me. It captures so many things I like about darkness and nighttime. Listening to a sleeping child breathe. The feeling just before you slide into sleep. Entering your home at the end of the work week.
I got rid of the first version of this page, but I did salvage the "stones" I made from those cinchers that close bags of bread at the supermarket. (I have no idea if that's what they're really called.)
I thought I hadn't used any technique I learned in LK's class, but then I remembered she suggested printing images on different papers. Isn't it cool how the pattern came through even more as the ink dried?

Recurring artistic choices: textured paper, extra-lightweight paper (like lace paper), acrylic paint on paper, antique drawing. (I finally realized why I like the old-fashioned drawings. I grew up looking at them in the Trader Joe's mailers. Goofy, huh?)

That's the stuff.