Air
Air — the unseen breath of the Nine Realms, whispered through the veils of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. In my Norse mythology series, this piece embodies the ephemeral and sacred—the intangible force that carries the songs of the skalds, the shrieks of valkyries in flight, and the hush before Odin speaks a hidden truth.
Imagine a sky not just above, but all around: swirling with ethereal blues and silvers, clouds shaped like ancient runes, light that doesn’t shine but glimmers—mysterious, intelligent. Ravens wheel and glide, silent messengers of the gods, their wings slicing through currents of magic and fate. The air in this world is alive; it listens, it remembers.
This element is not still. It moves with purpose. It is the wind that lifts Freyja’s cloak, the breeze that chills a prophecy whispered by the Norns, the breath that gave life to Ask and Embla—the first humans formed by the gods. Air, in your mythology, is both guide and ghost, ever present yet never caught.
It is the breath of creation and the sigh of destiny.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 9 X 12
Air — the unseen breath of the Nine Realms, whispered through the veils of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. In my Norse mythology series, this piece embodies the ephemeral and sacred—the intangible force that carries the songs of the skalds, the shrieks of valkyries in flight, and the hush before Odin speaks a hidden truth.
Imagine a sky not just above, but all around: swirling with ethereal blues and silvers, clouds shaped like ancient runes, light that doesn’t shine but glimmers—mysterious, intelligent. Ravens wheel and glide, silent messengers of the gods, their wings slicing through currents of magic and fate. The air in this world is alive; it listens, it remembers.
This element is not still. It moves with purpose. It is the wind that lifts Freyja’s cloak, the breeze that chills a prophecy whispered by the Norns, the breath that gave life to Ask and Embla—the first humans formed by the gods. Air, in your mythology, is both guide and ghost, ever present yet never caught.
It is the breath of creation and the sigh of destiny.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 9 X 12
Air — the unseen breath of the Nine Realms, whispered through the veils of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. In my Norse mythology series, this piece embodies the ephemeral and sacred—the intangible force that carries the songs of the skalds, the shrieks of valkyries in flight, and the hush before Odin speaks a hidden truth.
Imagine a sky not just above, but all around: swirling with ethereal blues and silvers, clouds shaped like ancient runes, light that doesn’t shine but glimmers—mysterious, intelligent. Ravens wheel and glide, silent messengers of the gods, their wings slicing through currents of magic and fate. The air in this world is alive; it listens, it remembers.
This element is not still. It moves with purpose. It is the wind that lifts Freyja’s cloak, the breeze that chills a prophecy whispered by the Norns, the breath that gave life to Ask and Embla—the first humans formed by the gods. Air, in your mythology, is both guide and ghost, ever present yet never caught.
It is the breath of creation and the sigh of destiny.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 9 X 12