The summer solstice is a mystical time of year. It's easy to imagine a different age of rituals and miracles, doorways opening, visitations beyond our wildest earthly dreams.
However, in reality, I find the the longest day unsettling. Its potency is tempered by a feeling of change, a sense of an ending.
Daylight that has no end, especially in the northern hemisphere, takes me to a cache of memories from which I can get no relief. The darkness and rest that usually come so readily with the night elude me. I'm left with an ache of nostalgia, and only the promise of a false dawn for company.
The longest night has passed.
Beneath edgeless skies
bruised by longing
trees will soon begin to whisper.
They sway, laden with secrets.
“The Longest Night”
Acrylic/Oil pastels/Collage
4.5” x 4.5” (framed 11” x 11”)
Original artwork
Glazed and mounted in a black bevelled frame, ready for hanging
Price on Request - please email ninacouser@gmail.com to purchase or enquire. Thank you