I remember: a gentler sound
The forest rustling in the rain
Leaves were swirling all around
I heard soft footsteps up the lane
So starts a poem I wrote, where the narrator is an old tree longing for the little girl who used to climb up his trunk and nestle between his branches. Here are two opposite pages of the book. To read the poem in its entirety, click here. Then, for each verse, I drew the letters (in perspective) on a 'paper leaf' that floated in a 'puddle' in the top of the left hand side page:
And here, then, is the animation of all these pages,
which took three months for me to complete.:
This is simply beautiful . . . not to mention impressively rendered.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Deborah!
ReplyDeleteYour work, through which your heart clearly speaks, is so multi-faceted, rich--resplendent with a beautiful appreciation of life and the transitions worth noticing for the first time, or re-visiting with fresh eyes and ears. And to hear your beautiful voice--the rolling "R's" adding a bit of music as well. What a treat to get to know you in this way, Uvi.
ReplyDeleteThank you ChaiLicious, you made me laugh (about my rolling R's...)
ReplyDeleteYou are just Great! It's an awesome work of art!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Larisa! So glad you liked it
DeleteWow! Lovely, and nice to know more about it. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Sheila! This project took me three months to complete, and I enjoyed every minute of it!
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