Other Works by Anca Hariton
This watercolor about Oregon was conceived as a letter from the past, from an ancestral protector of the place –a “genius loci”-- to the future newborn, emerging between rose petals.
Stitches of light weave in my braids
of old: oh, hear me, hear me,
kindle the earth but burn the glow
from quick, the silver splatter slow,
engrave your heart in faults' meanders.
Stitches of thorns festoon my locks
of moss: oh, gather, gather,
but fly above the brush below
nest the high on justly low
from storm seeds to wash under.
Stitches of life comb in my hair
of smoke: oh, rise with me, all rise!
Out of the ash of ancestry
confluence calls a vivid ministry
at Portal of newborn.
(Collection of Oregon Health and Science University, Portland, Oregon)
Reflections on a magical trip to Venice, during the summer of 2013. The water mirror doubles the maze of colors and dwellings embroidered in stone. History waltzes from every corner, and if you try to walk straight, you may get lost...
Light as a Feather
To fly gives a sense of freedom in movement: freedom from gravity and weight. Dreams and birds mingle here and follow each other.