Painted on a 10x20 museum depth canvas in acrylics. The image is painted wrapped around the edges. Our subject looks upon a billboard while the sun behind her rises in the house of Aquarius. I enjoyed the creation of this piece with it's aspects of realistic and imagined elements. A little closeup to show off some of the detail.
Showing posts with label myths. Show all posts
Showing posts with label myths. Show all posts
Thursday, March 01, 2012
The Age of Aquarius
Modern Myth? Some say we are already in this new celestial age, others claim we will enter it on December 21, 2012. We have all surely read or heard about this date. So I decided after reading one very interesting book, The fingerprints of the Gods, to create this painting. Instead of being inspired by past myths, I give you a future or nearly present myth.

Painted on a 10x20 museum depth canvas in acrylics. The image is painted wrapped around the edges. Our subject looks upon a billboard while the sun behind her rises in the house of Aquarius. I enjoyed the creation of this piece with it's aspects of realistic and imagined elements. A little closeup to show off some of the detail.

Painted on a 10x20 museum depth canvas in acrylics. The image is painted wrapped around the edges. Our subject looks upon a billboard while the sun behind her rises in the house of Aquarius. I enjoyed the creation of this piece with it's aspects of realistic and imagined elements. A little closeup to show off some of the detail.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Calling to the sunrise
This 15x21 acrylic on chipboard was inspired by the old tales of women calling the dawn. I wrote a verse, such as it is, I do not really consider myself a poet, but I'm Irish so it's in the blood. Down along the bottom of the painting, flowing within the design it reads:
Dancing among the trunks of trees, she welcomes dawn's first light;
calling to the misty breeze, beckoning the birds to flight.
Her tresses auburn glimmering gold, voice both sweet and strong;
forever is her name untold, heard only on the morning bird's song.
The myths of calling the dawn are there for anyone who cares to seek them out. It is said that without a call the dawn may not come, so one can only assume that if this is true some where out there there are still callers of the sunrise, and if it is so, thank you to all of them.
Dancing among the trunks of trees, she welcomes dawn's first light;
calling to the misty breeze, beckoning the birds to flight.
Her tresses auburn glimmering gold, voice both sweet and strong;
forever is her name untold, heard only on the morning bird's song.
The myths of calling the dawn are there for anyone who cares to seek them out. It is said that without a call the dawn may not come, so one can only assume that if this is true some where out there there are still callers of the sunrise, and if it is so, thank you to all of them.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
King Arthur
Although I feel as far as myths go, this one has been slightly overdone, I painted this 11x14 watercolor inspired mainly in a romantic way, by the passing of an ideal as much as a man.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
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