Foxhunt
2012
Acrylic & Pen on Watercolor Paper
22" x 30"
$3700
Ayla Fecero
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Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
― Rabindranath Tagore
Obviously, those last are not my own words (though my thoughts are reflected well), but rather the esteemed Tagore's.
The fox are soul mates, and in the course of life, one happened to be shot down by us, the humans, for sport. What a gleeful activity, to kill. Not for food, but for fun. The woman in the foreground, along for the ride, sees this...travesty. Understands that the course of these lives, now life, and her own for knowing it, have been irrevocably changed.
Facebook Page
Blog
Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
― Rabindranath Tagore
Obviously, those last are not my own words (though my thoughts are reflected well), but rather the esteemed Tagore's.
The fox are soul mates, and in the course of life, one happened to be shot down by us, the humans, for sport. What a gleeful activity, to kill. Not for food, but for fun. The woman in the foreground, along for the ride, sees this...travesty. Understands that the course of these lives, now life, and her own for knowing it, have been irrevocably changed.
