The Blessing of the Bull
Taurus
She carries the strength of those who came before—
the potters, the weavers, the growers, the women who waited.
The bull knows her scent like old soil after rain,
like prayers whispered into seeds.
He bows his head, not in surrender,
but in recognition.
She is the keeper of ancient rhythms,
and he,
her eternal witness.
24”x24” Mixed Media on Canvas. Oil, Acrylic, Inks, Gold Leaf
The Blessing of the Bull
Taurus
She carries the strength of those who came before—
the potters, the weavers, the growers, the women who waited.
The bull knows her scent like old soil after rain,
like prayers whispered into seeds.
He bows his head, not in surrender,
but in recognition.
She is the keeper of ancient rhythms,
and he,
her eternal witness.
24”x24” Mixed Media on Canvas. Oil, Acrylic, Inks, Gold Leaf
