Tuesday, April 7, 2015

f is for fly

today has been crazy busy with kids and homework, so I've not gotten a chance to hop on photoshop and format it nicely.  so here it is in pieces. :)

the fly
William Blake1757 - 1827
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

here is my drawing with all of the tools used to make it.  drawing a fly was a lot more fun than I was expecting.


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