Shadow Fingers

my shadow’s fingers draw far into the corners that my hands can’t know.   Antonia Sara Zenkevitch Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Alt Text for the image above: a grey panelled room with low hanging light-shade and wooden chair near an empty hearth. There are indistinct disembodied shadows, including of splayed hands.      

Strange Sights

I do not get out as often as I’d like due to severe mobility & health issues. Seeing the world from up on high, complete with aerial views of early autumn hills and human habitats, is a rare thing for anyone, especially those with special access needs. Last weekend I went on a cable car…

Forgotten Eve

Hear this modern Eve,

where the apple slices sharp

the wax drowns new wicks

swallowing the knife of words

watch a candle cut to flame,

choaked, a blessing came

with an absence of honey;

uttered without tune

where weary throats broke quavers

on past moons, hope a sliver.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Equinox

Equinox,

wets paint for sunsets

stroking sky

stretching age,

etching gold with eager hands,

gilt votives in shades.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Art reflecting Life, Art in Conflict with Life

A repetition in my art are words and image on glass. There is something about seeing life happen in the glass and the witness seeing themselves in the glass that appeals. In its simplest form this means there is both conflict and collaboration between daily reality and ‘art’ in the work. Art, writing does reflect and battle against our…