“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.” —
Oak tree image taken on a recent walk
continuing with my heart series , dont know quite where this is all going but the heart seems to me like a tree, a tree of life. Where would life be without a man and a woman? The life force, the blood pumping through heart, our viens, the veins and arteries forming tree like structures within ,just as outside, like mighty oaks, roots deep in the soil and branches reaching up into the cosmos. The macrocosm and the microcosm
Created in pencil, digitally coloured
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something quite disturbing when I look at this image. “Derek Bird” came to mind, a placid friendly family man on the surface, the face put out to the world on a daily basis, the other hidden from world, full of anger, rage and fury that drove him on a murderous shooting spree…………. Why, what happened? Underneath the surface something was boiling and raging and it spilt over into uncontrollable rage killing 13 people. I find it hard to believe that nobody could believe it of him, you cant hold all this in without it leaking out somewhere. In time, looking back, its more than likely people will see in retrspect the tell tale signs and will begin to put all the pieces of jigsaw back into position…………..
Image was created from a photgraph of exposed tree roots taken in Yorkshire. I duplicated and flipped the layer, then joined it together on photoshop. Low and behold this face appeared, I added the eyes, and tweaked a little but the face is very clear to see.
A number that is uncomfortable for some, for me its what I know. I grew up in a three, mother, father and me until my teenage years; I have many relationships which group in three and it’s comfortable to me.
Why for some is this a threat? A dear friend of mine likened it to a three-legged stool; if one leg were kicked away then the stool would not stand up. And of course there is the triangle of persecutor, victim and rescuer, which can play out. I like to think of this verse in Ecclesiastes spoken by king Solomon “A three-ply cord is not easily severed.”
There is the Holy Trinity, the Three Jewels in Buddhism, in maths it s the first odd prime number and lucky number. Abraham Lincoln said “Of the People, By the People, For the People”. Then there are the Three Graces, The fates, the triple headed Goddesses. Chekov’s famous play the Three Sisters and in sport the Triathlon. The cycle of life, creation, life and death, the three ages of woman maiden, mother, crone. So much of life comes at us in three; it’s a joyous number to me, I like it
Tbis piece of work is a paper cut, scanned and digitally manipulated and of course it in THREE !
this is no 2 in the series, when the day light lengthens and mother awakens from slumber, slowly new life begins its upward journey from the darkness, shoots burst through the soil and buds burst open upon the tree, like white frothy lace adorning the the branches,