MARCH 16th 2020

Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith, 2020

Rochelle Asquith

by Rochelle Asquith

To take my mind of this pandemic thing, I drew this, then made prints of it so I could hold the warm, freshly printed paper up to my face and feel like Mark Corrigan in Peep Show. Available to buy here with international shipping and free UK shipping across the whole shop, too. 


This is what the Frida prints look like…

Now in the dark of February rains, 
Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born, 
The earthy fields are full of hidden corn, 
And March’s violets bud along the lanes; 

Therefore with joy believe in what remains. 
And thou who dost not feel them, do not scorn 
Our early songs for winter overworn, 
And faith in God’s handwriting on the plains. 

‘Hope’ writes he, ‘Love’ in the first violet,
‘Joy,’ even from Heaven, in songs and winds and trees;
And having caught the happy words in these
While Nature labours with the letters yet,
Spring cannot cheat us, though her
be broken,
Nor leave us, for we know what God hath spoken.

– George MacDonald