This piece was inspired by a poem that came to me last week and it includes a seal I haven’t shown before.
𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.
𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮,
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦’𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰
𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳: 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴,
𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵.
𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴,
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥,
𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴,
𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦.
𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵,
𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵.
The cherub paints his masterpiece with the inscription, “Always Busy.” Eros is ever busy with his love creation, as the artist is ever busy with their own creations. I created this piece for all the women who were ever busy and created space for us to be artists now.