The angels come on the dark wings of night,
It is of you they sing…
In and around and through the cauldron of dreams, twisted shadows, broken schemes..
tormenting night, darkening day, dropped and abandoned,
Here I pray s.k.lindeman
In the dark reaches of the night, we often pray for those we have lost: lost through death, through abandonment, through alienation…even if the lost one is actually physically present, we pray for them to return, for their well being, for their love…this new series or portraits is all about human emotion…the emotion that guides our lives…this portrait is inspired by a friend of mine who has the face of an angel…
Pastel and Graphite Pencils on Canvas