Style1½ inches thick (3.75 cm) Product Details Artist grade canvas, archival inks, wooden stretcher bars, and UVB protective coating
AvailablityUsually ships within five business days. ArtistEjay Khan CollectionRastafarian
Description Painting Inspired by poem by Kurt Erhard Berger, dear friend and poet who has passed over. This is in his memory, and I know he is smiling. The CauldronTsssssss!The cauldron is readyheated by the sun of each new daythe essence of all lifepainful to the touch of tender handsthe village eldersdry skinned and witheredsit stirringFetch me the moonsoft curves seducing the nightsecond only to the wooing of loversbeads and body fluid left behindto become the glistening dewupon the early morning grassRun into riversflowing to fill the salty oceanwaves lap in past rhythmic motionthe silent secrets in the lives of childrennot knowing what they hearthe village eldersdry skinned and witheredsit stirringCatch me the skythat flutters amongst the wings of birdsabove my own temptationslarger than all lifewhere the cries get lost in the darknessand clouds block out all meaningthe wind whispers names of plentyHopes become jumbled voicesreaching out to no oneas we coil down with strangersseeking many answers(if only for one night)the village eldersdry skinned and witheredsit stirringHarness the stars!in twinkling mockeryeach an eyepeering down from the darknessknowing all loneliness as their ownwishing upon each one of usWashed away like patterns in the sandwithin the tide of dawning daycandles wick still smokinglost friends and loverssleepless nights forever burningthe village eldersdry skinned and witheredsit stirring