Land of Shadow


Pencil on textured paper; 760mm W x 590mm H.
On the brink of embarkation on our third sojourn with the pandemic, we need to build a nest for our souls. Inundate ourselves with pleasant thoughts and good deeds, and groom ourselves for new days.
Shipping size incl packaging

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

Width / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 89

Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

Weight = 7kg

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‘Winter seemed conquering her spring;
the mind’s soil freezing gradually
to barren stagnation

Those who have sojourned at this spot,
know its stark climate
Its pitiless wastes

There is neither light nor growth
All human company is obscured by shadow
No rest is possible;
the atmosphere is full of demons
agitating the nerves to a pitch of frenzy

There is no calm;
the air is rent with a howling,
coming from the very centre of oneself

There is no escape;
We live in inhospitable climes
placing foot after weary foot
determined to go on until we find once more,
the light

The barren landscape persists;
We look on the thought of death with a quiet eye
With hope that some solitary soul
is peacefully rowed to the Land of Shadow

The fabric of the sky is fading;
we should build a nest for ourselves
With pleasant thoughts and good deeds
fashion a shelter for our souls
and with a blush,
the heavens will begin to groom themselves
for new days’


VaL Smit ©