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The Sisters of Fate - Ravens
30 x 30 cm / 12 x 12″ / No Frame
$56.00
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The Sisters of Fate - Ravens
$56.00
One to weave, one to hold, one to cut.
We are all familiar with that phone call. And if you’re not yet, I’m sorry for when it comes. The moment time splits in two. Someone you love has left this world and you weren’t prepared, not even slightly ready, and it feels so unfair. Sharp. Like the ground opened without warning and you're being asked to keep standing and moving anyway. There is no language for that kind of loss. Only the strange, breathless realization that the world kept moving when yours just stopped.
I created the Sisters series as a prayer of my own. A need for clarity, for something to answer back when grief consumes you. This was my way of understanding life as the fates: three ravens who do not judge, can not be bargained, do not explain. There is no fairness here. No cruelty either. It simply is. One begins the lifeline, as it should. One holds the line, as it should. One ends the line, as it should.
This piece is layered with a photograph of an old Irish castle, stone still standing after centuries of birth and loss. A handwritten poem in cursive, imperfect and human, like a spell. A dead tree, bare and finished, yet beautiful in its end.
Three Ravens of Fate is for those who have been changed by loss and want to come out of it with a new understanding. For me it is this; our line is not ours to decide, only to max out by doing as much real living as we possibly can. It honours a life well lived, reminds us that we are not merely here to hold down jobs and mortgages, and lets us know our time is indeed coming, so please please please live as fully as you can.
We are all familiar with that phone call. And if you’re not yet, I’m sorry for when it comes. The moment time splits in two. Someone you love has left this world and you weren’t prepared, not even slightly ready, and it feels so unfair. Sharp. Like the ground opened without warning and you're being asked to keep standing and moving anyway. There is no language for that kind of loss. Only the strange, breathless realization that the world kept moving when yours just stopped.
I created the Sisters series as a prayer of my own. A need for clarity, for something to answer back when grief consumes you. This was my way of understanding life as the fates: three ravens who do not judge, can not be bargained, do not explain. There is no fairness here. No cruelty either. It simply is. One begins the lifeline, as it should. One holds the line, as it should. One ends the line, as it should.
This piece is layered with a photograph of an old Irish castle, stone still standing after centuries of birth and loss. A handwritten poem in cursive, imperfect and human, like a spell. A dead tree, bare and finished, yet beautiful in its end.
Three Ravens of Fate is for those who have been changed by loss and want to come out of it with a new understanding. For me it is this; our line is not ours to decide, only to max out by doing as much real living as we possibly can. It honours a life well lived, reminds us that we are not merely here to hold down jobs and mortgages, and lets us know our time is indeed coming, so please please please live as fully as you can.