We are immense | drawing and poetry by @kimal73
We are immense - (my poetry)
We looked at them and the eternal entered our speeches.
"Your eyes now see through me
Your mouth drinks to my body
There is no "yours" and there is no "mine"
We are immense "
Who has never loved
Did he die only once?
About my drawing
author: @kimal73 (me)
title: woman portrait 03
media: blue pencil drawing
style: Modern realism
gender: portraiture
subject: woman
My links
https://michelepetrelli.blogspot.com
Ottimo lavoro Michele, complimenti, ho appena dato un occhio anche tuo blog, sei davvero in gamba !! Aggiunto ai miei feed, complimenti ancora !!!
grazie amico/a italiano/a :)
Very nice - I love the style of the crosshatching in your shading in the drawing above. The Blue contrasting with the orangy-ness of the paper is really nice in regard to color. Another awesome piece and I like the poem too! :) upvoted and resteemed! Great work as always!
This potrate is so beautyfull,every scach tell a inner story,then what about your story behind this scach!
If eyes are little bit clear and cearing then this picture more then beautyfull (it's my thinking).👍👽🎨
Beautiful drawing!
thank you @Katharsisdrill
Superb Your Work is So Good @kimal73 upvoted nice post visit my wall when you free thanks
Great work...RESTEEMED!!
thank for resteem! :)
Amazing! True talent. Your reflect the life and soul of the people you sketch and paint.
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Great drawing style!
I was also a poet :-)
I drew her portrait from the back.
I made the final touch and it came to life.
She looked back and said hello.
I was delighted, but it was only the wind,
Which curved the sheet with my drawing.
I wanted to answer, but it was a voice,
Which flew from the street into my open window.