Drawings and Doings

A blog filled with my illustrations, inspirations and hopefully some interesting information. manonwright.com

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Girls night in featuring fortunetelling shenanigans. 

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My “To Kill A Mockingbird” book cover entry for the penguin books/random house student illustration competition.

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Speculative poster for Othello.

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Work In progress for a book cover of The Buddha in the Attic.

This book explores the struggles of the Japanese picture brides that sailed across the pacific in search of a better life in America. 

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Illustration for children’s book Death, Duck, and the Tulip. 

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I’m lost in this city and I’m losing my mind. 

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Time, the devourer of everything - Ovid

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Life is like a pizza, or maybe its a journey.

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What he hides on crooked usage..

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“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.” ― George Orwell, 1984

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Crushed under the weight of myself

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Float Jelly float

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Pulling the self apart.

[themildlyinspired]

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In a Dark Time

By Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,

I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;  

I hear my echo in the echoing wood—

A lord of nature weeping to a tree.

I live between the heron and the wren,  

Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul

At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!  

I know the purity of pure despair,

My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.  

That place among the rocks—is it a cave,  

Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!

A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,  

And in broad day the midnight come again!  

A man goes far to find out what he is—

Death of the self in a long, tearless night,  

All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.  

My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,  

Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?

A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.  

The mind enters itself, and God the mind,  

And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

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