sweet memory of the kiss of wings
sweet memory of the kiss of wings by ashar

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair. Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson

The work is in oil on wooden panel, with a variety of mediums for the mark-making
I hope you enjoy them

Oil on wooden panel, 16" x 16"
I use oil pastel, oil sticks, markers and scrapers charcoal and pigment sticks, newspaper and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed

sweet memory of the kiss of wings by ashar

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair. Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson

The work is in oil on wooden panel, with a variety of mediums for the mark-making
I hope you enjoy them

Oil on wooden panel, 16" x 16"
I use oil pastel, oil sticks, markers and scrapers charcoal and pigment sticks, newspaper and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed