I was looking through some of my old sketch books today and found this odd little entry from July 8, 1979. I doodled, drew, and painted this flying thing many times over the years. But it never quite got out of the hanger.
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In Search of the Blyre Mythe Where not, but to see here again, beneath the sea, a land so close, a place so far, derived in part from that which is me. -------------------- In childhood known and now forgotten.
Beautiful poem… And the doodle is way, way cool. I’d love to see it transfered to a plate and printed in gravure…