Ice Raven24" x 30"
Mixed Media
on Canvas
2007
A comment from a friend on the White Raven series:
...the sense of blood and freshly frozen death that I feel fuels the bright bitter triumph, reaches for the promise of warmth in the yellow star as sun-seed, and wants to speak through the pink and mauve of the pinions.
Put another way: imagine the painting on the ground at midnight, a dead, dessicated white bird caught in a pool of ice, the moon reflecting just so an inch beyond its beak.
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Your comments?
2 comments:
Couldn't put it so poetically, but it is stunning!
That was quite poetic, however I saw something different. More base I guess. As I've been seeing a certain white raven out my backdoor, and it always flies toward the mountains, I saw freedom at night. I adore the quiet of the night. Pure freedom. That could be death I suppose, or life.
Tav
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