oh, touching & magical & dark & ancient...I post in other arts so am always a bit humble when I enter an artist's gallery...again, as in other works of yours, you have a timeless folklore quality, souls resting in eternal forests, singing in the night, flying through lives & villages like messengers, nesting between the earth and the unknown...your website has that quality too. You did very nicely with the photograph, a kind of amber dream-hue, the dark 'bed' of the forest floor gently opening to the light; and it looks like you've drawn/painted some trees or lines to add more sinew to the piece. It's timeless, has a certain healing quality to it, and a glimpse from the chambers of a deep heart...
sigh . . . if only life could be as simple, to nest in the boughs of the trees, upon a perch of safety and warmth. but in the same, how difficult it is to grow and leave that comfort; saddened by the self-created isolation and inhibition.
i understand...yet I almost feel the nestling is 'en route,' as if she's nesting for a while before she takes off once more. I don't know why I feel that in some of your work, but some of your characters feel 'ancient', traveling through ages...I guess it's all in how one feels in any given viewing...your work is multi-dimensional. Very touching in any case.
And my words are because of the art. a compliment to you...
(lol) no I'm not taunting, just feeling something coming from your ancient voice...you did a piece with a woman (you, someone else) playing a violin atop a pole, and I thought, this is an ancient vision, and it was dark and rapturous and I felt some deep journey and mystery in it, and that the player, the singer atop the piece was a singer from a deep place. Deep heart, deep passion, deep journey...how's that for an incomprehensible answer...except that's what your art conveys to me. Who knows, it could just be a 'hobby', but someone in you is singing a deep, passionate song and it's a gift...
... sinew ... amber .. healing ...
sigh . . . if only life could be as simple, to nest in the boughs of the trees, upon a perch of safety and warmth. but in the same, how difficult it is to grow and leave that comfort; saddened by the self-created isolation and inhibition.
.:.
And my words are because of the art. a compliment to you...
by the way, thank you for your delving words; they seem to cascade an air of ancient souls .... that are perhaps ... ///searching/// as well