*Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.* And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
“Casting shadows on the winter sky, As you stood there counting crows. One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for girls, and Four for boys, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret never to be told. There’s a bird that nests inside you, Sleeping underneath your skin”
Almost done with my Halloween commission sketches. Most of them were from old friends from my hometown, but some were for folks I’ve never met, which is always fun to do. This one, was for an old friend who loves pumpkins.. watercolor and ink on paper. 8”x10”