|   | | yvonne elizabeth ashworth |
| calligraphy, photography, healing arts
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zhibit.org/yvonne Sign guestbook
| | "just as one would wish to speak not only clearly but with some civilized and musical quality of grace, so one may wirte, and the writing be worthy of the name of Calligraphy ~ by which is meant ~ handwriting considered as an art." growing up all over these united states, yvonne has lived in a variety of beautiful settings and quickly learned to appreciate the colors and patterns in this ever-changing world. she graduated from a commercial art program early on, and made her living at a local newspaper...
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| | unique hand-lettering and design |
| | fragile flames.... never, ever for sale |
| | one-of-a-kind requests... |
| | candids of musician friends and family...a work in progress |
| | "Love your website Yvonne! Very creative as is your Spirit! Sue"| -- Sue Sullivan, 11/11/08 |
"Hey, great website. I love all the photos and calligraphy. I still have a certificate of education that you filled out with my name when you did them for a school. When I make it back East you will have to show some of the places that you took photos of, especially the 1735 house!!" "Just Beautiful! TALENT!"| -- Barbara Sciannameo, 8/27/08 |
| taciturn conflicted, northampton on holiday from this and many other things… please excuse me while i try to figure out just exactly whatthephuck i think i’m doing. because, seriously, i thought i knew…... | | two love is a symbol of eternity. it wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. | | on being yourself. to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop... | | woman i, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who... | | autumn delicious autumn! my very soul is wedded to it, and if i were a bird i would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. |
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