Soaring higher and higher Secretly craving what i never can have Around and inside Searching all over stumbling, falling I am beneath and above it all Silently I am surrendering Whispering as I fall Here is the add if anyone want to look at the illustration that goes with these words.. http://www.renderosity.com/viewed.ez?galleryid=232484&Start=19&Sectionid=0&Form.Search=o0ii&Form.Criteria=Author :)

Hmmm, just goes to show how different an image one can get in one's mind. Your graphic is a tad too, hmmmm, abstract (?) for me. I will say one thing about watercolor artists...I salute their ability to leave the white till last !

Icarus, listen to your mentor; Don't fly to near the sun; He was your wings inventor; Don't let them come undone. The challenge is in flight itself not in falling.

I have to admit, Chuck, this image is not what I had exspected. The poem suggested more of a transcendental out of body experience to me. Maybe the near after life, reaching for heaven and yet relizing that you will take the longest of falls instead. MHO that is.

I must say, I am also confused. I was not expecting a pic of a cozy little house. It's a lovely poem, and a lovely pic, but I don't see them together. Sorry. Oh, and Chuck, it's called Art Maskoid. It's sort of like rubber cement. You put it on the watercolor paper where you want the white (or another color which you will put in later) and slop paint all over it. When your paint is dry, the mask peels off, and there is white! So, you really have to plan all the white first, lol.

Yea, Tres, I knew that part....hehe. BUT the part I find difficult is planning for the highlights FIRST, blocking them off, etc. Whether with a mask or not. I've done some painting with acrylics and I could only seem to understand the gleam of a sword AFTER all the other colors had been done. NOT at the beginning. LOL

I know what you mean Chuck! I could never manage watercolors. That's why I'm a FRACTAL artist, LOL. :)

I was trying to put it all together and if we're talking the steeples rising up above a church in the night/day of the north brightly lit up to welcome people in... then the words fit perfectly. Looking up at a cascading ceiling from below one gets the feeling of falling,of being uplifted unto that roof...that's the glory of a large gothic arch. and all I ever did to get my white is use a dry brush to remove the watercolors before they dried or a small sponge blotter...I use masks all the time even draw my own in Autocad, never though of using one that way.