Piece for the FWA art show. I'm doing a couple of paintings based on the con theme but in my own context.
Loss is love's shadow. 'Still in Love' can be painful.
Loss is love's shadow. 'Still in Love' can be painful.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Wolf
Size 428 x 879px
File Size 310.4 kB
Very wonderful take on the theme. You can really feel all the emotion, all the memories, both good and bad. You always bring such a high level of excellence to your work. You never do disappoint.
You are my favorite artist and I was thrilled to hear you'd be a GOH at FWA this year. I met you last year in Dealer's Den and couldn't stop rambling like an idiot, haha. I hope to see lots of your art there this year, and will definitely attend any panels you may do! Hope it all goes well for you. <3
You are my favorite artist and I was thrilled to hear you'd be a GOH at FWA this year. I met you last year in Dealer's Den and couldn't stop rambling like an idiot, haha. I hope to see lots of your art there this year, and will definitely attend any panels you may do! Hope it all goes well for you. <3
A ógánaigh an chúil chraobhaigh, cad é ‘n taobh dinn ar a mbíonn tú?
Ar phósais-se féinig nó an ndéanfair arís é?
Do phósas, a lao ghil, is ní dhéanfad é choíche.
Cé hí tú am’ éileamh nó an aon bhean don tír thú?
Ná aithníonn tú mé féinig a lao ghil mo chroí ‘stigh,
An cailín ciúin tréitheach bhíodh taobh leat san oíche?
Ní aithním thú aon chor mar nach bhfuil aon phioc dá gnaoi ort.
Mar sin a mhill an chré me, dath na gréine is na gaoithe.
Fógraím croí cráite ort Cháit Bhán is tú marbh.
Do fuairis-se bás uaim le ráithe agus tuilleadh.
Fuairis, a ghrá ghil agus níor sháraís an cumann
Is thugais barr breáthacht leat ó mhnáibh bhreátha an tsaoil.
Nuair sílid mo mhuintir gur im’ luí bím ar mo leabaig
Ar do thuama ‘sea bhímse ó oíche go maidin.
Síor-insinn mo scéil duit is a’ géarghol fé mhairg,
A’ triall ar t’annsacht go meallfainn liom thú abhaile.
Ar phósais-se féinig nó an ndéanfair arís é?
Do phósas, a lao ghil, is ní dhéanfad é choíche.
Cé hí tú am’ éileamh nó an aon bhean don tír thú?
Ná aithníonn tú mé féinig a lao ghil mo chroí ‘stigh,
An cailín ciúin tréitheach bhíodh taobh leat san oíche?
Ní aithním thú aon chor mar nach bhfuil aon phioc dá gnaoi ort.
Mar sin a mhill an chré me, dath na gréine is na gaoithe.
Fógraím croí cráite ort Cháit Bhán is tú marbh.
Do fuairis-se bás uaim le ráithe agus tuilleadh.
Fuairis, a ghrá ghil agus níor sháraís an cumann
Is thugais barr breáthacht leat ó mhnáibh bhreátha an tsaoil.
Nuair sílid mo mhuintir gur im’ luí bím ar mo leabaig
Ar do thuama ‘sea bhímse ó oíche go maidin.
Síor-insinn mo scéil duit is a’ géarghol fé mhairg,
A’ triall ar t’annsacht go meallfainn liom thú abhaile.
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