Tyger Tyger burning bright...

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

(William Blake, 'The Tyger', 1794)
 

Please excuse the poor photo quality. There is a reason I have never taken up photography.

Please excuse the poor photo quality. There is a reason I have never taken up photography.

So this week I decided to do something a bit different from what I normally do, that is; I painted with acrylics, which I haven't really done since I was around 12-13, I painted from a reference photo, which I generally don't like to do, and that photo was that of an animal, which I don't normally illustrate. Everything considered, I think it turned out quite well. Sure, there are lots of people who could do better, but I really doubted I could actually pull off a half decent painting so I am actually really happy with this one. I'll probably be doing another one of these next week, so hopefully it turns out OK as well.