White Feather

white-feather

Steely determination. Implacable dignity.

And a refusal to be homogenized, defined or commodified by the forces of a passing moment in history regardless of its seeming might.

True to herself.

Beauty in strength.

Still here.

This image is from my gallery, Paintings — check it out here when you get a chance: 

If you’re interested in purchasing the original for your collection, drop me an email to see if it’s still available.

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The Turban

Turban

A Cherokee type of headwear, picking up on some exotic imports from the far east via a visit to the English king in 18th century London. Lots of different styles according to clan and individual taste, they were all the rage for the well dressed Cherokee man for a good hundred years, give or take.

So back then it wasn’t the guys wearing turbans that were the terrorists, it was the guys pouring out of the tall ships with the funny three cornered hats and foreign religious ideas that were running amok tearing up the joint and generally making everybody’s life miserable.

Funny how things change.

But then, sooner or later, they always do.

This image is from my new gallery, Paintings — check it out here when you get a chance.

If you’re interested in purchasing the original for your collection, drop me an email to see if it’s still available.