Indian ink watered black ink chalk on listing Paper
An illustration for a poem of Ricardo Blancas.
The Night St. Michael Lost His Wings
The night St. Michael lost his wings,I stood in front of a broken mirror with busted knuckles.
Overwhelmed with rage and indifferent to the pain,I stood for hour’s bare foot over shattered glass,desperately searching for self-reflection.
poem, face, blancas, lacoque
Great poem Bernard,it sits beautifully with this image.
Merci. Varry Ricardo is an authentic poet …I have just tried to make a picture that suits to his words…I
– bernard lacoque
very suitable. Humbling…
Merci
wow…fabulous bernard..so well done!
Thank you so much Dear Catherine
different eyes
Yes. He is staring at the mirror ,lost.
Hauntingly beautiful Bernard.
guilty of not reading…
whatever the emotion or theme of the work the sheer wonder of your flow and ability lifts me up bernard, thanks for spreading your magic
Merci John
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Great poem Bernard,it sits beautifully with this image.
Merci. Varry Ricardo is an authentic poet …I have just tried to make a picture that suits to his words…I
– bernard lacoque
very suitable. Humbling…
Merci
– bernard lacoque
wow…fabulous bernard..so well done!
Thank you so much Dear Catherine
– bernard lacoque
different eyes
Yes. He is staring at the mirror ,lost.
– bernard lacoque
Hauntingly beautiful Bernard.
Merci
– bernard lacoque
guilty of not reading…
whatever the emotion or theme of the work the sheer wonder of your flow and ability lifts me up bernard, thanks for spreading your magic
Merci John
– bernard lacoque