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| No matter how much the old beech raised up arms against us, we could not help but laugh, even when it boomed and whistled. |
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| Little forests sprang up on the elephant's foot... |
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| The wish bone of the giants. |
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| The dryad drew the parrot into the tree where it stayed, dimly visible from the outside. |
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| Lithe Willendorf Venus. Not stone but tree. |
8 comments:
Yes, a Willendorf Venus as tree - amazing! A favourite image of mine in some past work. The image just came to me again the other day when reading Jean M. Auel's The Land of Painted Caves, the last in her Earth Children series.
I bought a ceramic pendant inspired by the Venus--laughed when I saw it. The potter said nobody ever knew what it was, but that Venus: she's unmistakable!
Is that work you are talking about on your site? I have not gone all through the different collections yet...
Unmistakable Venus. How could anyone miss it?
This is such a beautiful post Marly. Those trees are amazing
Susanna
Beeches always have so much character...
What a gorgeous imagining.
Hello, dear Jeffery--
You of all people would sympathize! Poet of leaves and stones and strange eyes...
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