18 x 36 inches, oil/wax on canvas, 2011
Giclees available upon request.
Winds of Fate
As fate would have it
her winds of chance
blew my seed
far from its home land
A deserted island
became my world
I grew up
far from family
far from friends
Alone
Apart
When the current flows
when the wind blows
it feels as if I am moving
towards my loved ones
It is an illusion
Born to be alone
I talk to the spirits
– Shelley Lowell