Hi Jordan, the artwork is fetching & evocative for something that you describe as "isn't perfect" & having "problems" in the PDF's foreword. If I must look for "problems", it's that I would like to see more. But I suppose that is my problem, as opposed to any issue with the drawings.
Even though the numeral grid is a mystery, I can see numerous options in your Well(spring) of Words. It's a varied mix, but there's definitely ART, AWE, FAITH, FINE, FAIR, SUN, QUIET, POSSIBLE, MEANING, BEST, ...
Thus as you strive on to fulfil your promise, I leave you with the following verse (one of my favourite) to greet the dawning of your year.
We grow accustomed to the Dark — When Light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Good bye —
A Moment - We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision to the Dark — And meet the Road - erect —
And so of larger — Darknesses — Those Evenings of the Brain — When not a Moon disclose a sign — Or Star — come out — within —
The Bravest — grope a little — And sometimes hit a Tree Directly in the Forehead — But as they learn to see —
Either the Darkness alters — Or something in the sight Adjusts itself to Midnight — And Life steps almost straight.
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Hi Jordan, the artwork is fetching & evocative for something that you describe as "isn't perfect" & having "problems" in the PDF's foreword. If I must look for "problems", it's that I would like to see more. But I suppose that is my problem, as opposed to any issue with the drawings.
Even though the numeral grid is a mystery, I can see numerous options in your Well(spring) of Words. It's a varied mix, but there's definitely ART, AWE, FAITH, FINE, FAIR, SUN, QUIET, POSSIBLE, MEANING, BEST, ...
Thus as you strive on to fulfil your promise, I leave you with the following verse (one of my favourite) to greet the dawning of your year.
We grow accustomed to the Dark —
When Light is put away —
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye —
A Moment - We uncertain step
For newness of the night —
Then — fit our Vision to the Dark —
And meet the Road - erect —
And so of larger — Darknesses —
Those Evenings of the Brain —
When not a Moon disclose a sign —
Or Star — come out — within —
The Bravest — grope a little —
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead —
But as they learn to see —
Either the Darkness alters —
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight —
And Life steps almost straight.
— Emily Dickinson, 1862
What a beautiful verse, thank you for sharing and for your support, cactus <3