MagpieMagic
Profile
I love making things – from knitting to crochet, (needle) felting to beading, from wire to yarn, silk to merino wool, from semi precious beads to polymer clay to silver, copper and brass, from hemp to jelly yarn, I have to play with it all. And that’s not even including my painting and writing. There are just not enough hours in the day…. Being creative is part of who I am and there’s nothing for it, I just have to play.
Groups
MagpieMagic is a member of # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE , ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, ! Inspired Art !, * Painted Nature *, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Animal Fantasy & Whimsy, Beauty of The Human Body , BLACK XMAS, Creative souls -> * members do not submit (work chosen by host/s), Fantasy Fine Art Composites, Fashion Illustration, International Superheroes of Drawing, Illustration and World Domination, Mixed Media, Shapes & Patterns - Limit of 2 images per day, Symbolism in Art, The 100 - 499 VIEWINGS GROUP, THE 500 TO 5000 VIEWINGS GROUP, The beauty of poetry and United Kingdom.
Journal Entries
Feature No 3
Posted 1 day ago, 4 comments so far.
Gothic Christmas featured in Black Xmas
Posted 2 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Gothic Chistmas featured in Inspired Art!
Posted 2 days ago, 4 comments so far.
New Avatar and Self Portraits
Posted 6 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Tutorial - Prepare image for t-shirts (transparent background)
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.My very first t-shirt design
Posted about 1 month ago, 2 comments so far.
Many thanks to my secret buyer
Posted 2 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Sooooo busy....
Posted 2 months ago.
What's wrong with sunflowers?
Posted 2 months ago.
How Do I?
Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Pompeii or the Landscape of My Heart
Petrified memories / excavated and on show / for gruesome excitement and titillation, / distilled tears of pain, / a spectre still lingering.
Battle
Battered by stormy seas / and waves of black depression, / tendrils of cold despair / seeping into soft, warm flesh.
You Don't See Me at All
I am a painting on the wall, / dark with age and time gone by.
That was Then
My soul, / dying a little death day by day.
You never loved me anyway
You looked at me and saw / the plaster to fit your wounds, / the sun to light your sky, / the flame to warm your hands, / the smile to cheer your day.
Bad Syntax
A look that warms your cheeks / A smile that makes you glow / A touch that grows butterflies
