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The rain started out as merely a drizzle. Like when you eyes water up after a good yawn. Melancholy the way time can warp relationships. The way the current of passing seconds ticks on and washes away memories and familiarity. I used to see the exact hue of golden green flecks that are in your eyes in glistening leaves and morning grass. The drizzle welled itself up into a rain. A heavy, steady rain. I want a man in my life who I can love as passionately and effortlessly as I possibly can. He is tall, with golden curls, eyes as green as a gecko, freckled skin; he is kind, he is passionate. About art, music, writing, reading, loving. He loves me so much. So much that it doesn’t matter if we even talk as long as we can be near each other. We would lay in bed. I would be writing on my computer listening to music out loud, and he would never have to ask what song was playing or which artist was singing because he would already know. Instead of having my legs bent up towards myself, I would extend them out freely over his. He might caress my calf or absentmindedly run his fingers up my thigh. I would glance up at him from time to time to try and catch him absorbed in the book he was reading or just to show myself this magical creature truly exists in my presence...and he is all mine. Bouquet of marigolds in hand, I walked through the mist in a silence only disturbed by the thud of my black boots hitting the pavement, left foot then right. We would eat breakfast and talk about plans for the day. Hiking excursions, films, bookstores that smelled so strongly of aged paper it was almost toxic...some days these plans would materialize, but on some of our best days we would climb back into bed and curl up within the comfort of each other’s familiar frames and watch our favorite movies and drink hot chocolate or mint tea with honey and talk about our dreams. I love the smell of wet asphalt. I love the feeling of the skys tears beading on the bridge of my nose, making my hair dewy like the morning grass. We’ll forget what time it is when we’re together. We’ll forget what time is. Time will be very jarring when we are apart. I love that the moon is omnipresent in the sky even when the fog is so bright and white we can’t appreciate it by sight. We can still appreciate it though. We’ll go out to cafes, to concerts, to parks. He’ll sit patiently beside me when I paint or draw, and he will always be willing (even if he likes to pretend he isn’t) to be my model when I need to exercise my creativity through photography. He will be my best friend, my hero, my confidante. He will be my sun and my moon. For turning the motions of the oceans and filling the clouds with two parts hydrogen and oxygen. For life. He will be. 
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For the past 4 weeks I have been practicing printmaking at Carlsbad Art Farm. I have worked at Art Farm for 7 years and am absolutely loving taking part in the classes currently being offered!! To find out more about the classes please visit: https://carlsbadartfarm.com/ To see what I've been working on...keep scrolling!! Enjoy ((:   Preliminary sketch on tracing paper. This helps you to visually comprehend how your image will look once carved because it will print the mirror image.  Wood block print. Navy ink on toned paper.  Wood block print. Navy ink on paper from an old issue of Harper's Magazine.  Rubber carving print. Black ink on Mulberry paper.  Rubber carving print. Black ink on white paper. Hand colored using colored pencils.  Copper plate print. White ink on black paper.  Re-etched various areas of the original copper plate to get crisper lines and higher contrast. Copper plate print. White ink on black paper.  Sketching to generate some ideas to incorporate water color and acrylic paint pens. Pen, watercolor, and acrylic paint pen on toned paper.  Sketching to generate some ideas. Pen, water color, and acrylic paint pen on white paper.  Copper plate print. Black ink on toned paper.  Copper plate print. Black ink on white paper. Hand colored using water colors and an acrylic paint pen.  Special thank you to Hannah and Perrin for a wonderful learning opportunity!!  © Annie Fay Meitchik. All Rights Reserved. All content on anniefay.com is my own or credit is given when applicable, please do not use any of my images before contacting me above or @ anniefaymeitchik@gmail.com.
A collection of drawings, thoughts, + feelings from this past week in November.            © Annie Fay Meitchik. All Rights Reserved. All content on anniefay.com is my own or credit is given when applicable, please do not use any of my images before contacting me above or @ anniefaymeitchik@gmail.com. |