Sunday, 15 January 2012

Small Stone - Jan 15th

Slow to arrive, a crystal grip has today clenched its fist. Reaching into the lush heart of a sheltered courtyard it steals the soul of Lady Acanthus. No longer resplendent in her flounced emerald ball-gown, she now reclines in an ungraceful heap on the cold, grey slate.

1 comment:

  1. I like the harsh reality of this piece, sadness too. And I love the frosted picture as well...