Friday, June 26, 2009

Illustration Friday: Worn -

digital collage by Mick Mather

“The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.”

- William Butler Yeats

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Blogger Elegia said...

"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright
I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance..."

This is lovely!

11:06 AM  
Blogger Roxa said...

Mick, very nice Illustration Friday piece, "worn" ...and apt words too. I like it!

11:11 AM  
Blogger SusuPetal said...

Somehow this pic makes me feel sad, although I see also humor in this. But the first feeling was sadness.

11:50 AM  
Blogger John said...


7:12 PM  
Blogger Mick said...

Ut oh! I knew I was partaking of a little too much bourbon ... so, men were asking me to dance again? Did I accept? :O

Ahhh ... a new face peeking past the blinds. Glad you liked it, oh mysterious one. :)

I don't believe I had any intention one way or the other with this piece. As I look at it again, I agree that there's a bit of melancholy here.

Perhaps ... my vote goes to butterick though!

8:34 PM  
Blogger ArtSnark said...

great piece

8:44 PM  
Blogger Mick said...

Many thanks to the Snarkstress! I liked yours too, I'll be over again later, need some sleep right now.

11:17 PM  
Blogger Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Excellent! :-)

9:49 AM  
Blogger Mick said...

Mary Stebbins Taitt:
There's something about a dress like this that makes a man wish for ... a stiff breeze! :D

1:18 PM  
Blogger Lisa Sarsfield said...

Spot on!

9:46 PM  
Blogger Mick said...

Lisa Sarsfield:
Thank you, Lisa. :)

3:34 AM  
Blogger INDIGENE said...

I do so love Yeats and you've added a lovely illustration, that's so appropriate! Bravo!

4:23 PM  
Blogger Mick said...

Thanks for stopping by again. I love Yeats as well; thanks, too, for the comment on this piece. :)

5:32 PM  

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