beyond the sublime
beyond the sublime by ashar

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61x61x5cm on cradled board.

The work is in oil on a wooden panel, with various mediums for mark-making. I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, and pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed

Guiding Moon
I stand in a dessert without a single dune
- just flat sand as far as the eye can see,
And high above me: an unreachable Moon,
silently shining its silver on me.

Too distant for me to hear,
- but I know it sings
A soft lullaby about fear,
And sorrow, and broken wings.

So I keep walking, further still,
Through this nothingness of sand,
An emptiness I cannot fill,
I wish for a helping hand.

But there is none, and anyway
A helping hand I couldn't use:
I alone must walk this way,
Stand and win, or fall and lose.

A whisper from above and far
Tells me I'll be home soon;
I need no guiding star -
I have a guiding Moon.
Haley Protega

Ref: 23/09

beyond the sublime by ashar

61x61x5cm on cradled board.

The work is in oil on a wooden panel, with various mediums for mark-making. I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, and pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed

Guiding Moon
I stand in a dessert without a single dune
- just flat sand as far as the eye can see,
And high above me: an unreachable Moon,
silently shining its silver on me.

Too distant for me to hear,
- but I know it sings
A soft lullaby about fear,
And sorrow, and broken wings.

So I keep walking, further still,
Through this nothingness of sand,
An emptiness I cannot fill,
I wish for a helping hand.

But there is none, and anyway
A helping hand I couldn't use:
I alone must walk this way,
Stand and win, or fall and lose.

A whisper from above and far
Tells me I'll be home soon;
I need no guiding star -
I have a guiding Moon.
Haley Protega

Ref: 23/09