Rebirth

The mythical phoenix is in most folklore a gold and purple bird with extensive tail and jeweled eyes. As the bird grows old it builds a nest of herbs, spices and twigs in a date palm. The heat of the sun ignites the twigs and the phoenix stands in the flames with outspread wings. From the ashes a youthful phoenix develops and the legend continues.

"Trinity"

Acrylic 91 x 122 cm

"Trinity": Any union of three parts or elemens in use

This painting is a part of the Phoenix series and the inspiration emerged from the mythology and the poem of Francis Moran.

Phoenix rising

In your eyes I clearly discern shadows of sorrow,

swamped by memories - dawn heralds a new tomorrow.

Primal screams of hope start reverberating …

willing tendrils of despair rapidly withering.

Thrilled photons of light set the very being ablaze

Ashes afire! After five centuries …. Now this place

As if all gone ... time suddenly ceases to exist.

This one wasted hull now the heavens cannot resist!

Another day and yet another place, I met you,

Yearning for that majestic rebirth that is soon due.

As i sadly seek a portal to face this angel

All is but lost in the twilight of my life’s jungle

For once did I dare wish for the eighth to show the way

forever hoping this road would not lead me astray

Ever searching for that elusive rainbow to end

to spray its brilliant colors as I rush through the bend

grant me only a moment, I ask, to bid adieu

for me to burn eternally at the sight of you.

Just when gloom hangs its mantle on this weary body

lost screams of a wandering soul drowning madly

flying dreams of paradise lost - I dare awaken.

parched lips whisper your name … as dawn starts to hasten

Flames engulf me!… another phoenix has just risen!