The ribbons were untied and she suddenly felt herself rising… floating upwards and expanding as if her thoughts and spirit was merging with the sky… The soft colours had become a part of her body and the painting had become the clouds that lifted her as she was swept into the softness. She continued rising, and wondered how it had all happened, and how she had had become a part of the moving pink skies.
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My new website …. with an overview of recent work , and sculptures and bronzes …http://natashavonarts.com
How I love sculpting and painting horses !
Paint , color and a patina have been added to the bas relief . I can not indulge in the detail I wish for … it could easily take another three weeks of detailed work . So I am being – sneaky .And paint and color are my accomplices …
A strange word for an artist to use … But cleverness is and essential part of my medicine bag as an artist . … I create magic – I create illusions . So rather than make it all an elegant bas relief , I must resort to my bag of tricks . Paint will create the illusions I need , rather than clay and painstakingly created , shaped and polished swelling forms carefully built , and sculpted .
I am keeping my lady Peg abstracted and stylized . She will be completed with the last touches of sculpted detail that I will add next , making the mass of the body come alive with more muscles and veins . The mane and tail will fly in detailed strands tinged with soft reds and gold leaf . .
I shall add another panel to extend her space , give her room …. and of course , add beautiful careful detail to the wings .She will be seven by four feet completed .
For her to fly high and strong .
Can you see the Dragns ? They are hidden in the carpet …. In Isphahan , in a fabled garden of secret pleasures ; a carpet of legendary beauty exists . A Masterpiece , such a carpet , poetry mixed with wine on a sunny late afternoon . Conferring the observer with the ability to fly . Opening internal realms , an invitation to contemplating time , the ephemeral , and perfection .
The carpet when observed closely , becomes a modern mandala , reflecting a moment of cosmic harmony and perfection .Doves fly out of a golden sky , Angels reach for their wings , as if to fly with the Dragons , who breathe their gentle fire into a Golden heaven complete with solar systems and golden orbs , caught dancing in a celestial tango with the stars .
Balance is everything , and we are still poised in the harmony of the Grand Water Trine .A clarity and brilliance is in the air.
Living life fearlessly, but with tenderness is the masterpiece .
We create the Mandala daily .
The Golden Dragons , Water spirits bringing Earth to Heaven meet seeking the Golden Orb ; the treasure of the Immortals .
Tastes of it on my tongue … tutti frutti , color is becoming my language …liberating me with its; music , and spilling out of me like light .
A whole new series of paintings is pouring out of me with this glorious watery Grand Trine . Abstractions are their own language as well . We invent a world when we wander into an abstract piece of art . A world of invented place , space , and language . The nuance of color and shade says it all .