Melancholia: Eternal Whispers

Melancholia:Eternal Whispers
(Ink, Collage)

O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang
From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth
Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death
Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness;…
And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken
The dreary melody of bedded reeds—
In desolate places, where dank moisture breeds
The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth;
Bethinking thee, how melancholy loth
Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx…

John Keats,
Endymion Book 1

Ottawa

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I was in Ottawa earlier this week. Here are a few pics from my phone! 

I’ve been flying so much I haven’t had any time to work on art. It really feels like somethings missing… 

And there’s no real break coming any time soon until I go on my trip. I started sketching out a new drawing about 5 or 6 days ago, but that’s as far as I am in it… and I’m still not sure where it’s going. I guess that’s the adventure!