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Macbeth – The Witches Chant – illuminated manuscript page and the gruesome story behind the creation of this

Macbeth - the witches chant - william shakespeare - illuminated manuscript - fine art glicee print

During the mid-nineties I was an avid calligrapher. I created this piece at the age of 21 in late 1994. I had become fascinated with illuminated manuscripts such as the Book of Kells which is likely the most famous example of illumination. The Book of Kells is four gospels from the New Testament.

This page began as a class assignment. I remember being utterly amazed when we as a class at the New Brunswick College of Craft and Design travelled to the Harriett Irving Library at the University of New Brunswick in Fredericton to see first hand a fine reproduction of the Book of Kells. There were only 1,480 created from the original manuscript in the whole world. We had to wear white gloves while handling the book.

I also enjoyed reading stories by William Shakespeare and in particular, The Withes Chant from Macbeth. Continue reading

The three little kittens they lost their mittens

The three little kittens who lost their mittens illustration by Jessica Doyle

This is almost vintage Jessica Doyle. I completed this illustration in 1995. It was drawn in pencil, painted with watercolour and highlighted with both ink and coloured pencil on Arches watercolour paper.

The original measures 12 by 12 inches / 30,5cm by 30,5cm

Three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry,
“Oh mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens.”
“What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.”
“Meeow, meeow, meeow, now we shall have no pie.”
The three little kittens they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh mother dear, see here, see here
For we have found our mittens.”
“Put on your mittens, you silly kittens
And you shall have some pie”
“Meeow, meeow, meeow,
Now let us have some pie.”
The three little kittens put on their mittens
And soon ate up the pie,
“Oh mother dear, we greatly fear
That we have soiled our mittens.”
“What! soiled you mittens, you naughty kittens!”
Then they began to cry, “Meeow, meeow, meeow”
Then they began to sigh.
The three little kittens they washed their mittens
And hung them out to dry,
“Oh mother dear, do you not hear
That we have washed our mittens.”
“What! washed your mittens, you are good kittens.”
But I smell a rat close by,
“Meeow, meeow, meeow” we smell a rat close by…

This illustration is very similar in style to Do you love me.

Slowly but surely I’m scanning in my older illustrative work and creating prints of them for you and are available in my art shop. These illustrations are large and must be scanned in sections and painstakingly pieced back together again in photoshop. The alternative is to have a digital photo taken of the artwork. I do send out my much larger acrylic paintings to a local photographer for digitizing. It is expensive to do it that way but worth every penny as the alternative would be next to impossible on a 8.5 by 11.5 inch scanner.

Someday soon, I’ll own a good camera and be able to take the shots myself.

Until now it hasn’t made sense

Does it make sense to you?
That knowing that on the other end of the computer
is another person
sitting, typing, talking, listening, reading.
Have you ever stopped to think about it?
Really,
think about it?

Everyday I speak with people who live physically intangible distances from me.
Yet,
they are right there punching keys…. laughing, promoting, writing,
biding there time
online.

Each week I am contacted by students;
students of art.
Each week I am contacted by people
who want this artwork.
As it gets “out” there… it becomes more visible…
literally.

I really don’t know what I’m doing.

There is no guide book here you know?

Are you there?
Really there?

Reading this?

About having a good cry

I cried last night.
I cried quietly at first hiding my tears.
I then cried louder.
I began crying softer.

I cried.
I cried.
I cried.

I cried for peace of mind.
I cried for love.
I cried in vain simply to be heard.

I cried because I miss my grandmother.
I cried because I am exhausted.
I cried because I loath my job at times.

I cried to be better.
I cried with my friend.
It had been a few weeks since the tears fell again.

I am crying right now because I am tired.
I wonder why…
I wonder why..

I cried last night. I talked it out last night. Sobs. Tears. Sniffles. Chagrin.

I’ve been lonely. I’ve been sad. I’ve been hasty and also mad.

I work so hard. I work everyday. Is it just February…
Is it just

today.

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Dear Santa

All I want for Christmas is an Epson Stylus printer
an Epson Stylus printer
an Epson Stylus printer

All I want for Christmas is an *Epson Stylus printer
soooooo I can make prints of my work to sell for cheaperrrrrrrrr.

:)

*Preferably a wide format Epson Stylus Pro printer that uses only archival quality inks with the ability to print on canvas along with paper and card stock. Got that Santa?

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Jeese you need to take a step

Jeese, you need to take a step back to step forward. Never stop walking. Never stop guessing. Never stop trying when all else has failed. Still, don’t you believe in redemption. Who knows maybe even kindness exists in your heart.

Jeese adjusted below

Jeese, you need to take a step forward to step back. Always stop walking. Always stop guessing. Always stop trying when all else has worked. Still, don’t you believe in redemption. Who knows maybe even kindness exists in your brain.