Stephen Embleton

A DOOR TO A WORLD, LEFT AJAR By Stephen Embleton   A door to a world, left ajar, With its light tugging from the beyond, Beholds a sight not too far.   Your stones have rippled on life’s pond, And whether you be sage or crone, Your brow has deepened and frowned.   A mist descends upon limb and bone, Cold sands come from the sky, A frost resting upon crown and throne.   A moon does wane, a closing eye. Altogether unstuck, you cannot hold. Uniquely erased with Death’s last sigh.   O’ to shut the door to that world, Always ajar to the young and old.   You look to the God of youth, You search the myths for proof. You look to the God of another, The intangible gods of others. Look to the light, look to your star. Release your Self, release your bond. Step forward and through the door left ajar.  

The second piece in the digital "Freedom" series: "Freedom of Flight" . See "Light Flight Freedom" . Creating digital art with new brushes in Photoshop. I can alter colours (particularly the background colour) and see how different that feels. This digital version (a 100% piece of art and not a rough) allows the work to stand alone but also inform the choices for the physical illustration. These are high res, so poster size with a good level of detail. I also hope that anyone wanting this or a similar piece, whether book cover art or wall art, will request usage. This is the one instance where my horrendous handwriting is (barely) acceptable – with a fat ink brush.

Trying my hand at some digital art with new brushes in Photoshop. What this means for me is I can alter colours (particularly the background colour) and see how different that feels. This digital version (a 100% piece of art and not a rough) allows the work to stand alone but also inform the choices for the physical illustration. These are high res, so poster size with a good level of detail. I also hope that anyone wanting this or a similar piece, whether book cover art or wall art, will request usage. The second piece in this digital series "Freedom" can be viewed here:  "Freedom of Flight" . This is the one instance where my horrendous handwriting is (barely) acceptable – with a fat ink brush.