One day when the evenings were long,
and the cooper hawk sat very still....
I went to my brother's home and wandered among the snow,
shadows and light.
His beautiful sculptures of stone, each one telling a different story, looked
at home, as if they had rooted themselves where they were placed.
Snow crusted and ivy entwined.
The creative process, a mystery.
Ideas taking shape in the mind,
are transformed into exquisite beauty.
This one shall follow me home someday soon and will take
root in my heart and be cherished.
The artist in his home.
I am completely amazed about these wonderful stone sculptures. Your brother!! Very fascinating, several like Gothic or Romanesque sculptures, some modern, and the winter light! Congratulations for having such an artist as a brother! An artist-family!! Was your mother an artist, too?
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful 3-colored cat!
Truly.. exquisite, yes. I was moved by the work.
ReplyDeleteDori, thank you for your comments. My mother was not an Artist but was talented in the culinary arts.
ReplyDeleteThank you Valerianna!
I also recognize "Rodin" in his style.
ReplyDeleteI love his work, and the atmosphere of this post, really very much, beautiful touching stillness
ReplyDeleteThank you Stille Linde. I appreciate your comments.
ReplyDeleteMy brother's work deserves a special atmosphere.
What a talent - BOTH of you! I feel your kinship is revealed in your artwork. A beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful.... words, images, sculpture and story.
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