Sharing some of my black-out poetry on wordless Wednesday for you to enjoy.
The rain is falling in sheets blurring the view. Scraping. Pecking. Always lurking. Sitting and pecks. It looks in my direction. One movement. The door. Bursting.through.
Materials used: paper scraps, black felt pen, red colored pencil
Created on: June 29, 2023
4 comments
This is wonderful, Tobia! How delightful to see one of your blackout poems again! All the eyes fit with it so well.
Yes, they are back. I spend a whole weekend digitizing them. The eyes are creepy.
I love these blackout poems, such an interesting art form!
I am happy you enjoy them.
There will be more coming in November.