Can it be this Wintery?
This rotting cold that kills my Spring?
This desolation, ice and wind
Which rusts the cogs and gears within.
Blizzards white, drowns silent trees
And wind through flesh like symphonies
A startling void drowns out the din
Pressed close against my Winter sin
Winter, blowing, rotting me
Drowning Spring’s cacophony
A self portrait of sorts.
I feel really dumb admitting that...
P.S. Wondering what in all the worlds is up with the legs? She is wearing tree trunks as supportive braces but I think I overdid the messed up pose.
I should really stop throwing rhymes into my work.
Details Shots can be viewed here:[link] Time: 10-13 Hours
Tools: Watercolour and watercolour ground on canvas
Reference: Some deer anatomy
This painting is bloodmarked and copyright Aria "51" Keehn, ShePaintsWithBlood (me) Thank you so much for looking!