Wind
Wind: Vengeful Elemental of Air
The Woman of the Wind, she spends her days guiding & shepherding slight breezes & violent gales alike. Wind knows just how much of her rustling air’s force to unleash on the Earth, maintaining a balance of judicious destruction, & the regrowth & new life it makes way for.
It’s when she sees the delicate balance of the natural world’s needs not being honored that her benevolent disposition turns on a dime, like the winds themselves. When man destroys the fields whose blades of grass she sways, or the woods whose leaves she rustles Wind takes to her those airy currents herself - moving silently, save for the chimes she is adorned with, the last thing greedy man hears is the tinkling of bells, the last thing he feels is the cool breeze against his cheek, the cool kiss of her crown of blades across his throat.
9x12” print of original artwork by Kita (that’s me!) printed & packed in my very own studio in a biodegradable cellulose sleeve. Story card included.
Wind: Vengeful Elemental of Air
The Woman of the Wind, she spends her days guiding & shepherding slight breezes & violent gales alike. Wind knows just how much of her rustling air’s force to unleash on the Earth, maintaining a balance of judicious destruction, & the regrowth & new life it makes way for.
It’s when she sees the delicate balance of the natural world’s needs not being honored that her benevolent disposition turns on a dime, like the winds themselves. When man destroys the fields whose blades of grass she sways, or the woods whose leaves she rustles Wind takes to her those airy currents herself - moving silently, save for the chimes she is adorned with, the last thing greedy man hears is the tinkling of bells, the last thing he feels is the cool breeze against his cheek, the cool kiss of her crown of blades across his throat.
9x12” print of original artwork by Kita (that’s me!) printed & packed in my very own studio in a biodegradable cellulose sleeve. Story card included.
Wind: Vengeful Elemental of Air
The Woman of the Wind, she spends her days guiding & shepherding slight breezes & violent gales alike. Wind knows just how much of her rustling air’s force to unleash on the Earth, maintaining a balance of judicious destruction, & the regrowth & new life it makes way for.
It’s when she sees the delicate balance of the natural world’s needs not being honored that her benevolent disposition turns on a dime, like the winds themselves. When man destroys the fields whose blades of grass she sways, or the woods whose leaves she rustles Wind takes to her those airy currents herself - moving silently, save for the chimes she is adorned with, the last thing greedy man hears is the tinkling of bells, the last thing he feels is the cool breeze against his cheek, the cool kiss of her crown of blades across his throat.
9x12” print of original artwork by Kita (that’s me!) printed & packed in my very own studio in a biodegradable cellulose sleeve. Story card included.