The Phoenix
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There is ever only one Phoenix. It leads a singular existence. After living a long life, five hundred years, sustaining itself by eating frankincense and fragrant gums, it builds a funeral pyre and self incinerates.
The story of the Phoenix, it's long life, death in cleansing fire and rebirth from the ashes, appears in many cultures.
Perhaps because it affirms a circular story of the individual soul’s regeneration.
At left is my Rust Print “Phoenix” to be exhibited during the upcoming Vashon Studio Tour. It is 30 x 20 in. and mounted to wood panel.
“Let me not wander in a barren dream, But when I am consumed in the fire, Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.”
John Keats
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