The ancients' melting breath
"I look through you to the shrouded hills,
And the cloud you became on the day you died,
And morn the melting ancients’ breath,
Swelling seas with every tear that was cried" [J Holms]
The works reminded me that we are all mostly water ourselves. So I felt that I was really painting humans and life itself. The short poem refers to this. The graphite obelisk is a reminder that our ancestors are always with and around us.
Painting
61 x 51 x 2.5
£1,000.00
No. pieces
1
Medium
Acrylic and graphite
