Sanctum

Artist	Trish Malcomess
Medium	Pastel, Charcoal, Ink on Paper
Dimensions	37 h x 25 w
Framing	Price Includes Framing
Artist Comments	What drives me as an artist is my concern for the human condition and find inspiration in the resilience of human nature. This piece is part of a larger body of work from my "Faces of the Soul" portfolio. It is framed and behind Anti-Reflective (Museum) Picture Framing Glass.
Don’t Look by Ophelia Wait (Second Place)	I’m half-finished, half-drawn up into sharp things stained with the softness of pastel that bruise me into this body. I’m a recollection, half-made up in someone’s head, blurry tinged memories of pencil-dull sensations. I’m hiding, half-bent up inside splotchy skin stretching over the hills and valleys of knuckle and bone that twitch with life like a thing trying to hang on before death. I’m stunted, half-grown up, inching towards an inkling of wholeness that doesn’t cut or smear when I turn.
Seasonal by Shelley A. Leedahl (Third Place)	Maybe there will always be stones. Or you’ll understand winter’s behind you again and salmonberries have burst into small pink birds, the spent magnolias into a flourish of valentines— imagine each is addressed to you. __________ Everything’s soft at dawn: palest sky above the cedars; moss-furred rocks; light rain stippling the water. Carry the quiet in your bones through wild gardens— rogue grapes on the vine, and the rose bush keeps blushing, as if it can’t suppress its abundant, cellular joy. __________ I acknowledge your sorrow, know hope and colour have seeped like a spirit from your rooms, but windows will open again, the good soup of light awaits. __________ Let the Swainson’s Thrush, with her ascending notes, draw you to the wide pan of sea where the scroll of what matters comes into clear focus: the umbrella of blue sky; a convoy of sea lions; and the ballad of waves that will forever whisper: You, You, You.

$1,400.00

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