Golden Tresses & Mourning Dresses

It has been a year and a day
Since you passed away
I no longer need to wear my crape
Which hid the tears that framed my face’s shape.

Though I forget you not
As I often visit my family plot
I spend as much time at your graveside
Cherishing the memories of us walking side-by-side.

I remember our special day
As if it were yesterday
Orange blossoms decorated my dress and my hair
And your golden tresses reflected the sun, so fair.

Burnt Wood From A Beach


One of many assorted objects my tutor brought in for me and my class peers to draw. I spent about a day on this still life study, sketched with a HB pencil on plain paper as part of an introductory second-year university project.

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