What part of thee is man? what part another?
I see thy bones move, beneath thy skin,
Muscles, tendons, all that within,
And it puzzles me! Art thou not some other
Galactic Being or Heaven's Thing?
I have that meat, that shape, those bones!
I cry such tears and make such groans
As thee in sadness; and when I sing
I'm sure the wheels turn like to thine.
How are people in thy image made -
Same skin over same bones laid -
Yet unlike thee seem not to shine?
Thy beauty - it must have its lair
In the part of thee that is not man.
Thou'rt not the same - see that I can -
Thou art much too, much too fair.
Steven in Oil Pastel
This is very outside my style but it was a lot of fun to do, and I like the result. I like the frown he has when he sings sometimes - it's wonderful to see him so serious and earnest. I must say the colour scheme was inspired by an art friend of mine, who is a psycho with her colours. It's very freeing, very free, inspired. I do see many colours in him.
Some of the scratches on it were intentional but most of them were from my dog having his way with my artwork.
