Saturday, 9 January 2016

Quite Contrary

I love the poem:-

Mary, Mary, quite contrary 
How does your garden grow? 
With silver bells and cockleshells 
And pretty maids all in a row.

It conjures up all sorts of images in my mind.  For this page I used tissue, a textile wax drawing that I had left over from a workshop, acrylic paint, transparent gesso and permanent pens.

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