Labyrinthian Gardens is a visual narrative, the narration goes on about the meeting of Fomalhaut (water)- the brightest star in the constellation of Piscis Austrinus and Aldebaran (earth)- the brightest star in the zodiac constellation of Taurus.
The stylistic foundations for this representation is the result of a conducted study of Celtic traditions and designs. I find Celt’s traditions and their folklore quite fascinating and extremely imaginative.
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project: Behemoth RealmsSeries: Majestatis
Predominantly Oil & Soft Pastels on Paper (acrylic details)
Size: 57 x 77 cm Paper
2012
Celtic early settlements are a bit of a mystery, historians and archaeologists opinions on the origins of the civilization are no more than that, opinions, because they never were a geographically unified race. On the other hand some may argue that although the storytellers have embellished their stories, the characters of their tale-telling really existed and that the Celtic civilization had an elaborated system of award order and it is the foundations of various settlement in Europe till Romans invasion.
Labyrinthian Gardens is not directly inspired by any of my suggestions.
The execution of this piece was orchestrated over a period of about 3 months, the rough analytical part originally written on the 13th of August 2012 was never publicly shared. Here a brief editing of its conceptual points and a never publicly shared photo of the painting in its making.
The story takes place in framed central composition as the two subjects walk through a portal...
As our elements silently fuse and merge,
openly flowing water, quenched thirst of a long Summer drought.
My life.
Your life.
Our Thread, fragment of the divine,
a path for our souls to travel fearlessly towards our next rebirth.
Eons spiritual resolutions, eons of eternal values.
Alive under the cast of the diffused light,
yellows and the gold blindingly
shining
under the warmth of my fake Sun and my real illusions.
We danced bare-foot through the labyrinth,
energy surged our veins to the rhythm of rituals,
to the tempo in a time of different Celtic legends.
To my disillusion,
my single-handed key failed to open our way to the skies.
Nature of equality was in name only,
in our conjoint birth,
under the heat and the melting pressure of my scalded hands.
As our elements silently disjoin and part.
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