Three figures stand before a cracked vision and acknowledge an identity based in the simplest of elements.
The sun
The moon
The wind and forest.
A kingdom of clouds and their gift of rain
And yet they seek simple grains of sand buried beneath piles of gaudy jewels. All they want is to feel the earth again.
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Well, this took a bit of a different turn from when I started it. I literally had a moment where I was about to start painting and said, "well this is meant to be a bit of a self portrait, isn't it?" And so it was, and my handling of the colors changed as a result.
Of course, it's not a literal, physical self-portrait. I don't really look like that, but I incorporated portions of my anatomy (hair and eye color, primarily). There's a lot of symbolism in this important to me; the falcon should be the most obvious.
Watercolor and a tiny bit of colored pencil on cold press Arches watercolor paper, 9X12 inches.
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