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This is a piece from the beginning of the year that I'm only now getting around to uploading.
Someone told me that deer starving in winter was a total myth. It made me angry. When I am angry, I return to my more gothic roots.
6 x 18, mixed media. Prints available: www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g...
Someone told me that deer starving in winter was a total myth. It made me angry. When I am angry, I return to my more gothic roots.
6 x 18, mixed media. Prints available: www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g...
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© 2013 - 2024 ursulav
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So I read this several times and, if you'll allow me, I'd like to give my interpretation of the words.
Under the last moon of Winter: Until the end of time
We starved: We suffered
The hunger hollowed out our bones: The suffering left us feeling empty
We ate our dead: We tried to reconcile the past and the things we've done/had done to us
And found them still hungry inside us: and found that we could not. And those things will be with us forever.
Under the last moon of Winter: Until the end of time
We starved: We suffered
The hunger hollowed out our bones: The suffering left us feeling empty
We ate our dead: We tried to reconcile the past and the things we've done/had done to us
And found them still hungry inside us: and found that we could not. And those things will be with us forever.