Lo, how a rose e'er blooming, From tender stem hath sprung. OfJesse's lineage coming, As men of old have sung; It came, a flow'ret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night.
I am always struck with how lovingly (and seemingly easy) you create art. This Mary seems so down to earth to me, like she could be living next door. Colored pencils?
Lovely Mary!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful metaphor! and your painting is beautiful - it will make a nice Christmas card!
ReplyDeleteGrace, peace and love...all are here!
ReplyDeleteHer beauty is at the heart of a rose. She IS the rose.
ReplyDeletethank you gemma for brightening my moment with your beauty and love.
ReplyDeleteI am always struck with how lovingly (and seemingly easy) you create art. This Mary seems so down to earth to me, like she could be living next door. Colored pencils?
ReplyDeleteThank you...yes colored pencils. I really enjoy your art as well.
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