Weapons of Hurt & Healing

by Angela

Hope is the thing with feathers…

 

 

 

Heavenly hurt it gives us, we can find no scar…

 

Narcotics cannot still the tooth that nibbles at the soul…

 

She dealt her pretty words like blades…

 

My life had stood a loaded gun…

 

Finally finished this series of prints. All the lines are from Emily Dickinson poems. I think the reason it took me so long to finish was I thought there should be more ‘healing’ images, but then I realised the feather was enough to heal all.

 

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5 comments

ronnie 14th November 2010 - 1:12 am

lovely works angela….. (ps I'll have to show you what I was working on over my winter her at sams creek – hint I've had things in my freezer too!)

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Carol 14th November 2010 - 1:12 am

Wonderful images and a beautiful choice of ED's lines.

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Angela 14th November 2010 - 1:17 am

Thanks Carol – for some reason I really identify with Emily Dickinson – I wonder..does that mean I am an oddball eccentric? (!)

Ronnie – you have alluded to freezing a few times now and you've really roused my curiosity – another thing – I am very nosey – so I am dying to see your photos of ice stuff!

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Paper Chipmunk 15th November 2010 - 5:59 pm

Really beautiful work. And I like the single feather as the one healing image.

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Angela 15th November 2010 - 6:02 pm

Thanks Paper Chipmunk, and for your nice comment on Flickr 🙂 I like the way the feather has turned out, it was probably the must difficult thing to freeze.

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