Sinking Heart

She never watched the morning rising,
Too busy with the day's first chores,
But oft she would watch the sun's fading,
As the cold of night crept across the moors.
And in that moment
She felt the loss
Of everything that had been missed.
So used to feeling the spirit sink,
She had not felt her own heart's wish.

by Philippa Boyens

Ethereal Representation of Trees

Some people are good at art, naturally, and others need plenty of practice to reach the level they wish to achieve. I must be a little of both, because I've had to practice, and I've known some things without being taught. The greatest part about art is the exploration of the different types, for me; I had fun making these art pieces. They're simplistic and rather art nouveau.

 

The colored tree ones I gave a little white space to make it just a representation of what a real tree looks like, wile the monochromatic one at the bottom has just some black shadowing with a few dark branches to give it depth.