From the Reading Room

Drawing by Stephen Cavanaugh

Drawing by Stephen Cavanaugh


Great Venue. Well done Tracey for organizing it.
here are some of the pics, more coming soon. SorryI didn't get all the names, hence the question marks.



Drawing by ?


Rays

Watercolour and Ink by Ray




Drawing by Balaz



Drawing by John K




By Lia
By Lia




Drawing by Balaz




Drawing by Stephen Cavanaugh




Drawing by ?




Drawing by ?





Drawing by John





Drawing by Jessica





Drawing by Jessica




Drawing by Jessica




Drawing by Jessica




Drawing by James




Drawing by Ethel




Drawing by Balaz




Drawing by Catherine

7 comments:

claudiopro said...

The heron is Lia's

claudiopro said...

And the putto after the heron is also Lia's

Tracy O'Brien said...

Thanks Claudio!

Dobbin said...

I wrote a wee poem from the words and sketches that I did yesterday. I've had to edit content for the internet! The line alignment has gone wonky, posting it here....

Imagine each green lamp as a head bowed over a book.
Reading, ruminating, reflecting.
The only soundtrack: rattle of trolley and hum of electricity.
With its hooped skirt of window frame,
The vintage blue dome billows overhead.

Plastered cupids languish against door frames;
Feathers flustered by pleasure eternally out of reach.
The wooden structure creaks, like beams of a ship
Absorbing the undulations of the deep sea.
Books slump on shelves, spent by the erectile imperative.

Mysterious words and numerals illustrate arched doors.
Echoing the eyebrow of the essential “sssh.”
Listen to the sunbeams as they bounce between the books.
A thoughtful out take of breath scatters the air,
Sending a ripple around the room.

The thud of the book on the wooden desk.
The room’s round acoustic repeats the sound.
A stifled cough. No tick tock from the clock.
I catch its hand striking a pose -
Is it voguing or sending semaphore?

Wood-carved scull and cross bones
Guard the exit, in case you might forget.
Somebody moves around the room. Their footsteps
Become measured markers of temporal space.
A chair scrapes across the parquet. The body settles itself. Stillness.

Tracy O'Brien said...

Jessica that is really lovely, I got it as an email notice and had to read it all straight away :-) Well done, fab!

Mary said...

Jessica, a fantastic description of being in the Library.I agree, a lovely poem!

James Moore said...

Great descriptive writing Jessica. Lovely