ARTIST | Maria Helena Hoksch
BASED IN | USA, New Orleans
ARTWORK | From the Fly
This year I have been very grateful for poetry. I have read it often by myself and to my close family. Its beauty of thought soothes the soul and adds perspective. My favorite poetess is American Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), whose poems present an imaginative mind unlike any in literature. Curiously, Emily spent the last 17 years of her life in self-imposed solitude at home, 'quarantining' from the world. She wrote hundreds of poems, but allowed barely a dozen to be published in her lifetime. This poem about a Fly, sending a longing love letter to the Bee, is allegorical. Time has come for them to be together, as it was now Summer, yet the Bee has not arrived! Something similar has happened to all of us, and keeps us all apart. This poem is about to souls wanting to be unified once more in actual physical proximity, and not thru messaging alone.
The natural looking background of warm earth tones is the actual coloration of the skin; the hole in skin is also from wilderness, and I tried hard to create a very light and airy design to show all this dignified beauty through it. (No animals are harmed in producing vellum. It is a mere by-product, that would otherwise be discarded. Art on vellum helps to celebrate life, all of which ends one day, unavoidably, as has this deer's.)
CREATED IN | 2020
SIZE | 406.4 W x 584.2 H (mm)
MEDIUM | Deerskin Vellum, watercolors, pointed pen, ruling pen, fine brushes
PRICE | Not for sale
OTHER INFORMATION | NIL
ARTIST | Maria Helena Hoksch
BASED IN | USA, New Orleans
ARTWORK | From the Fly
This year I have been very grateful for poetry. I have read it often by myself and to my close family. Its beauty of thought soothes the soul and adds perspective. My favorite poetess is American Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), whose poems present an imaginative mind unlike any in literature. Curiously, Emily spent the last 17 years of her life in self-imposed solitude at home, 'quarantining' from the world. She wrote hundreds of poems, but allowed barely a dozen to be published in her lifetime. This poem about a Fly, sending a longing love letter to the Bee, is allegorical. Time has come for them to be together, as it was now Summer, yet the Bee has not arrived! Something similar has happened to all of us, and keeps us all apart. This poem is about to souls wanting to be unified once more in actual physical proximity, and not thru messaging alone.
The natural looking background of warm earth tones is the actual coloration of the skin; the hole in skin is also from wilderness, and I tried hard to create a very light and airy design to show all this dignified beauty through it. (No animals are harmed in producing vellum. It is a mere by-product, that would otherwise be discarded. Art on vellum helps to celebrate life, all of which ends one day, unavoidably, as has this deer's.)
CREATED IN | 2020
SIZE | 406.4 W x 584.2 H (mm)
MEDIUM | Deerskin Vellum, watercolors, pointed pen, ruling pen, fine brushes
PRICE | Not for sale
OTHER INFORMATION | NIL
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