Wur’the’dead’ship’dwels
An original image burned into watercolor paper (18” x 24”)
Inspiration:
“A bracing wind swirls about the boy and alights gently upon his shoulder to gape frightfully at droplets of fate joined infirmly to a sweep of atmospheric and lunar forces far beyond their capabilities to resist. He takes a long, deep breath of air—cleansed through its migration—and he closes his eyes.
Scattered waves roll back in to the sea.”
~ Ashim Shanker
“I have seen them riding seaward on the waves. Combing the white hair of the waves blown back. When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea. By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown. Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
~T.S. Eliot' Forget t
(Original Art with Custom Frame)
