Forest Child

Wherever we find ourselves, wherever we go, the forest-child lives within. Is it better to aspire, to try to reach what may be always beyond our reach - or is it better to lay down in the quiet places, look up at the night sky and dream?

A net between

I want to chase the wake
and race the cut-water,
slap at the dead lights,
and drink at the scuppers
with the grey-finned children
of the tide.

Do they see the sky above
as I do the ocean?

Mirrors of each other -
reflections of an eternal frontier.

Wind and the iron horse

What is wind, but the rush of a million tiny worlds,
swirling past with a scream?
a rush,
an impossible buffeting insanity of layers.

Lean into the gale. Know what ancient seamen knew.
Guess at the wisdom of starmen.

I am becoming.

What is Heaven?

I know if I wait here long enough, I will learn the unknowable language of the wind, and the hawkes and eagles will show me all the secret places. And the world will breathe again...

The world is more than we know.

Soft grass, beautiful dreams, a welcoming - wouldn't we all live within the clover, if we could?

Always Coming Home

Time is the fabric through which we are twisted, woven and connected. Everything ever to exist is bound by it and freed by it. And though we age, eventually to pass into whatever comes next, we are always coming home.

Beltane's Flower

Remember when earth and rock and sky and heart were the universe? Remember when power was dance and song and gesture and heated embrace in the cold evening mist - on the field - in the firelight? This image was done from a photo of my wife, a Celtic queen herself. It was combined with a robe copied from an unattributed ancient drawing of a Irish woman - and set on the field next to one of the Avebury stones, where I used to spend a lot of my spare time when I lived in Britain.

Footfall - the 911 tribute to the fallen

This painting was done during the week following the 911 attacks. A week ago I took it back out and re-worked the image by laying in every name of everyone lost in those attacks, into the background.

In the foreground, the image of the New York skyline in the months afterward - lit by two pillars of light.

Child of Darkness

Child of Light

We are all made up of two worlds. But it is possible in our weakness, to lose the delicate balance and be devoured. We are light and we are darkness.

Ray Guns and Rising

Here is a piece of art done for a space journal, but the management of the publication thought it might be too racey for the politicians who were on the mailing list. So, we had to go with something else. Too racey? Are we talking about the same politicians?

Anyway, this was modeled by my good friend, Amber. If I've got an alien invasion problem, first thing - I'll grab my .44. Next, I'm calling Amber to take care of it.

Falling

Let the swordstroke be pure. Let the mind be clear. Live within the moment.

Shores of another Sea

What will find us on the shores of another sea?

Emerald Shore

The ocean may be the oldest living organism on Earth. We have only explored a small percentage of it - and we understand even less. Let the sea call you back. Become part of the tide.

Adobe

In the old places, do the ghosts come? Do they dance? In the desert places they can come to you if you let them.

Glory waits

Our ancestors sing in our dreams and in our very blood. We are the warriors of the past, given substance again, to fight the new battles - to live for glory.

All worlds in a touch

When we discover life elsewhere - what will it discover in us? In a single moment and a single touch, regardless of the outcome, lives of humans everywhere will be changed forever.

Tired of dying

How fragile is life? How brief a flash it is from the time we are born to the time we are gone. And if we have all been here before, how many times? For how long have our souls been crashing through history - always being born and always passing on - tired of dying.

Humanity Lost

What makes us human - and how long before the technology blurs the line between what is human and what is not? When we get to that place, will we know it? Will we crave the small sensations, and will we wonder if we are still alive?

Valkaries

I've known valkaries. And when the fight is finally finished, they will come - and we will ride all the way to the place where they live. Glory is forever.

Becoming

If we stop and sit and try to take in the beauty of the world around us - how much of that world becomes a part of us? Is there a point where we will fade away, one with everything - at once nowhere and everywhere?

A fall from Grace

What s a leap of faith? What is a fall from grace? Exhilaration, understanding, beauty. In those perfect moments, we truly become more than ourselves.

Arms open wide

What will we find in those distant places where mankind may someday travel. As we discover worlds apart, will we also discover ourselves?

Angels in the Dark

Another print - this one from an actual experience in a town outside of Mogadishu, Somalia. If you want to know the story behind this one, read my blog of commentary at rog99.blogspot.com

The Gathering

The Gathering - a painting by Dave Rogers. Do you wonder sometimes how God sees us - with all our faults and failings? Contact me at Blackstarfish@cableone.net if you're interested in having a copy of this print. These prints are original artwork and original poetry. They are all museum-quality, archival prints which will not fade or discolor for 70+ years.

Cost - not very much. About $30 for a poster-sized print.

-Dave.