Line of Fire
Digital Photography, Landscape, Fantasy / Visionary, Sacred / Mythological, Mixed technique, 120x95x4cm
LINE OF FIRE ©
In the line of fire, hands clenched tight
I heard your scream, I gather my rations near
In the moon’s glow, Laughter’s echoes’ clash
Branches flailing, fists to the sky
I peeled off the crusted bark of relics, and flickered Ashes in the air
Like wishes in the wind
They swayed to the tune of shooting stars
And crimson leaves blew husks of Skin
Caught by smog in polished sand.
In the heat of alliances, friends choke foes
Sleeves rolled up and pipes heat flames
Fantails wail and rivals cheer
Bubbles float on stinging Pines
I banished the tailwinds
To the recess of my mind.
© Tanisha Bhana – Mar 2012
(For the works, Line of Fire (1) and Vulcan (1), from the portfolio, Transience)
Standing sometimes no less than a metre from natural veld-fires to take the source imagery for tis portfolio, and incurring the experience of nature's toxicity, was an exhilarating and fearful experience at the same time.
In our attempt to organise and control, we all go back to the impermanence of nature’s instinct.
Whether a scene of natural or man-made chaos, the fearful subconscious holds the key to banished screams.
In the line of fire, hands clenched tight
I heard your scream, I gather my rations near
In the moon’s glow, Laughter’s echoes’ clash
Branches flailing, fists to the sky
I peeled off the crusted bark of relics, and flickered Ashes in the air
Like wishes in the wind
They swayed to the tune of shooting stars
And crimson leaves blew husks of Skin
Caught by smog in polished sand.
In the heat of alliances, friends choke foes
Sleeves rolled up and pipes heat flames
Fantails wail and rivals cheer
Bubbles float on stinging Pines
I banished the tailwinds
To the recess of my mind.
© Tanisha Bhana – Mar 2012
(For the works, Line of Fire (1) and Vulcan (1), from the portfolio, Transience)
Standing sometimes no less than a metre from natural veld-fires to take the source imagery for tis portfolio, and incurring the experience of nature's toxicity, was an exhilarating and fearful experience at the same time.
In our attempt to organise and control, we all go back to the impermanence of nature’s instinct.
Whether a scene of natural or man-made chaos, the fearful subconscious holds the key to banished screams.
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per la bellezza
Just like the burning of the land in Australia.
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