Blind Contours...

I was invited to be the featured artist this week over at Blind Contour Friday. Below is my submission for the Friday challenge. These are really fun to do and a great way to prime the creative pump - give one a try and then on Friday add your blind contour to the submission pool.
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"lamp & clock ~ blind contour"
one-line #18

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feeling blue

for Inspiration Avenue prompt

"feeling blue"
one-line #14

zinnia

Today's temperature is a high of 14 degrees so I thought I would post a bit of beauty in the starkness.  Also using this as my submission for the Illustration Friday prompt: phenomenon & the Inspiration Avenue prompt: believe

pen & ink w/color pencil

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one-line pen and ink w/color pencil

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ballet:

poised strength

after watching Swan Lake performed by the Russian National Ballet Theatre

favorite quote from the program:
"...but no power can stop the young man whose heart if full of love."

"cataract"

Illustration Friday prompt: blur


one-line pen & ink drawing with watercolor pencils

blinded:

There are two ways to enter this condition of the soul: 1) to be in overwhelming darkness or 2) to be in overwhelming light.

belief:

The watchman of our soul.

bitterness:

When on the palate, it furrows the brow, eyes wince;
in the soul, it is the heart that furrows, nerves wince.

book:

If it's good, it is a bound cloister where one, like a monk, is able to enter.

birthday:

Today my youngest turns seven...he still believes in Santa and has a deep admiration for the Tooth Fairy...and with the turn of time he grows further away from these things...If children's birthdays could be seen as hours of a day my son's would strike 7am today - he is alive in the morning of his life and the beauty of this is in how it happens to wind my own clock backward a bit and in my older age I find I'm striking 7am as well. So, in his growing older I am able to grow younger.

beauty:

How does one describe it? Herein lies the challenge, for beauty might be in the eye of the beholder but what does it look like in words? So I ask, "What is the most beautiful word in the English language?" As of right now, I keep coming back to the word warmth. Although the "ar" blend is fairly harsh I love how the word restores war.

So, what say you is the most beautiful word?