I gave the skull to my friend the other day. Of course it was imperfect for me, but she assured me she absolutely loved it. I have to admit, even though it was a little too shaky, parts crooked, it came out relatively well. These shots were taken as soon as the paint was dry. The next day I coated it in lacquer… just to be sure it would survive a while longer.
The mating of Norse & Greek, acrylic on Bone
Runes in acrylic on Bone
Runes in acrylic on Bone
Acrylic on bone
“We are one with all, so in the great weaving of Fate, we have not always been as we are now, and will not always be as we are now..”
…”The Mother who stands behind and within the entire process of Fate, emergence, reintegration, and rebirth, is the great being who is the Mother and key of the craft. The life that is exchanged is Her life; Her gift is Truth, though Her soul is change and transformation..”
…”The sacredness of the “Land” as the “ground level concept” cannot be understated. The merging process, as well as transformation both here and now and beyond, is the only sacred reality, and all beings, whether seen or unseen, are undergoing it…”
…”No state remains the same, however, and so no mortal pain or peace lasts forever. Some states–like the human condition–are a great mixture of joy and sorrow, of intrigues and boredom…
…Wisdom is the key to the entire system; to have Wisdom is to understand ultimately “who” and “what” you are–and thereby no longer having to flow ceaselessly through states of pain and pleasure in search of peace…”
From The Witching Way of the Hollow Hill by Robin Artisson
She walks softly on sacred ground. She respects all Earthly beings—birds and beasts and the insects that give the tell-tale signs of the health of the Forest. She smells of wet soil, ferns, and oils of her own crafting…dark and musky, and totally, completely female.
She bends low to gather a feather–by its markings a red-tailed hawk–and adds it to the others decorating her long and mussed hair. She remembers the spaces between, she sees that which others cannot perceive with untrained eyes.
She’s a collector of bones and stones, odd things left by the Earth Mother for those willing to see–to learn and evolve. She is a practitioner of an ancient Craft, she keeps the Old Ways and the Light as well as the Dark. She reads the signs present in all Earthly things—she can see in shadow–and she decorates her face with the Blood of her Sacrifice to the Gods…warm and willing, a regretful yet necessary thing to feed hunger and the change in Seasons.
The plants speak to her like lovers whispering secrets; she uses all for purpose–medicines, sustenance, and deep magic bleeding from the Earth and the depths of the Sacred Land. She finds mysterious mushrooms and ghost flowers to aid in her Craft, as well as Blessed Thistle and White Sage to aid in her Healing Arts. She is hedge ryder, a keeper of the Old Ways and faith…a Shaman—one who sees when darkness falls, one who can divine with the Forest.