To the Lake
The Lake To…
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around….
by Edgar Allan Poe
Encaustic Art on white card.
Tools: Iron
Medium: coloured wax blocks
Available for sale as Cards, Matted Prints, Laminated Prints and Framed Prints

margpie, 3 months ago
Beautiful work
Mysticmoon, 3 months ago
Thank you, margpie!
John Edwards, 3 months ago
Simply stunning work
Mysticmoon, 3 months ago
Thank you so much, John!
Calum Alexander, 3 months ago
Wow, what an atmosphere!
Mysticmoon, 3 months ago
Thank you Calum Alexander … an Edgar Allan Poe atmosphere! ;-)