Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Birdcage
The cage of her body splits open, allowing the release of her soul into a purer form-- the first and second birds flower from her hair/branches; the third pushes through the now-vertical cage of her ribs. Though she is rooted, she is rooted in self, still free to transform. Remember, matter is neither created nor destroyed...it just changes form, it becomes so new, you don't even recognize it.
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Ohh beautiful :). Your style.
ReplyDeleteI even recognize the blue color on the background. I can even touch the texture :).
Hi Zoe! :)
It's so wonderful to see another painting from you!!!
ReplyDeleteI, too, have been working on a painting with hair and feet that are branches and roots. I'm hoping to have it done within the week, then maybe we can discuss?
Her here-and-there-ness, for lack of a better discription, combined with her expression are very haunting. Beautiful.
migue :) you make me so happy :D
ReplyDeletejodi-- i would love to discuss! as you can see, i've been having problems saying anything about my drawings and paintings lately. maybe that'll help. :) can't wait to see your new work!
Oh zoe this is such beautiful work and so you!!!
ReplyDeleteZoe, it's true, I was surprised you didn't say anything. Oh well, it'll be a little extra motivation for me... anyway, this painting has been sitting around for far too long!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this bloog post
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