Like the little Falcon who takes flight and conquers the mighty wind, he glides and soars with no limits of movement. He looks down at the world from eyes above and sees each little movement below him. He sails free in a land where little freedom remains anymore. Like that Falcon or an Eagle that soars above, we revere them and respect them as part of our history here. They command our attention by their grace and power. That spirit dwells in others as well; their mere presence commands our respect and and our honor. We see it in them, in their eyes, in their movements, the way they carry themselves. When I saw this photograph I was drawn to it. It reminded me of many things that I have written about. I sat and stared at for hours. Thanks to Sassafras who was gracious enough to provide me the image to create this piece with. I decided to call it The Spirit Of Honor, because it spoke to me and I saw the Honor and Pride in this man. No words were needed to see that. Sometimes we find a piece of art or an image that touches our souls and this one has done that with me. I just hope I have honored it by creating this art. This is from the heart, a place where many things dwell. Thank you Sassafras and this was indeed an Honor for me. Tony
And I thank you, Tony, this was an honor for me as well. Salute!
NOT FOR SALE