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The Antlers

Acrylic on canvas, Age 9 (2004)
 48" x 60"
SOLD (Private Collection)
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…This is another allegory about the friendship and love, about the family and its hardships, about the races and their interactions. I mixed up both the white-tail deer and the mule dear to show the friendship between the races, and peace between the countries. The twenty four deer represent the time- the earthly cycle of twenty four hours in each day. The green color represents peace. The sunshine on the grass and leaves represent energy and joy. The three paths represent the trinity. And I painted the entire cycle of a deer life: the rut, the birth, and life of a deer from one year to the very old age. Only one young buck has noticed that someone is observing their herd. The deer in his prime, in front, is telling the story of his life…

-Akiane


The Antlers

How much silence at noon!
How much roar at night!
I still feel the trains blazing in me
and tracks following my footsteps.
I tried to get away. I tried.
It seems that my hoof is still stuck there…
where I felt my first snow inside…

Unwillingly my antlers kept on swinging in my red shadow
until that morning, when I smelled someone behind me,
whom I loved.
I walked inside her with my love…
and her white rose eyes were stinging and closing my eyelids
like beehives.
She was the light that went through my path of self-pity.
Forgetting is remembering!
Every time I forgot, she remembered.
Every time she forgot, I remembered.

When she was thirsty I shared my thirst with her.
Every time I licked the bird off a branch,
it was a bare tree in winter.
Every time I looked at the clouds,
it was a love storm in summer.
Every time she raced me,
her eyes were closed.
Every time I raced her,
my eyes were opened.
Her smooth nose and my calloused nose
kept on rubbing against each other.
Our love was growing love.

Probably Christ climbed on our backs many times.
Together with eagles He was going in the future,
but we could not leave the fields
where in the hay so many songs we tasted.
Those days keep on returning to us,
as we grow old
and as we see so many young antlers!

 








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