Sculpture version: “A Crossing on the Whale Road”
Chris White Gallery – April 2022
mixed media, 28 images printed on silk, 8′ x 8′
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A Crossing on the Whale Road
Returned, no fire will warm me
Returned, no person will welcome me
Under Gods’ Eyes, I raise a cairn
Father’s farm now lies under black stone
There are the cold beds of sleeping family
There are still pastures and places to find game
And fresh water. Life is still here
One must rely on your self
Men from afar, bearing bad news and Father’s sword
Later, Mother made an Offering
She unwrapped and gave me Father’s sword
All at once, I was a giant
No words travel faster than boasted words. I act the Fool
The Spirit leaves his laughter and I am alone and empty handed
I cannot go home. I must win it back
I will seek other spirits to help me. None are found
Entering the New God’s House, I ask and hear only silence
I ask the Old Gods and they Sing to themselves
A Waterfall Spirit tells me what I must do
Into the foul mist. The Other World was there
What do I find. The Undead
At the place of the Ice Bleeds, if I serve, I will earn the sword
These are the Fallen Heroes
Stars wheel overhead. One day, I am told to return to the forest
The Forest Spirit offers a choice: the Sword or the Light
I name my self Wayfinder
I try to follow the Light
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