Drumbeat3' x 4'
Mixed Media
on Canvas
2007
Our hearts are locked inside us, safe, beating away the minutes like the determined sound of a deep, dark drum. The warrior takes his heart out of his chest. It is touched by the air, by the sun, by snow and rain. Anyone who passes by can reach out and touch the warrior's heart. It is sensitive and vulnerable, and can easily feel the soft brush of tears. It beats to the song of creation, and all who pass by can feel it in their bodies, their own heart responding , aligning, and breathing with that implacable rhythm. It is fierce and active and filled with fire.
The raven attacks the open heart at the same time as he protects it, caught between entropy and the growth of new stories, new moments, untold and unfinished lives. There are new worlds forming, called into being by the unstoppable heart...and raven, the carrion eater, will do as he must, and bring them light.
4 comments:
"..Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Beautiful representation of Poe's raven - just as I imagined him
Dani
Not quite pallid on the bust of Pallas, but it'll do.
Thanks, Dani.
Great work. I found out about it from www.wiccanweb.ca
Thank you, df70! Come by often, I'll try to keep the site updated as often as possible.
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