Broken Angel
A few days ago, someone sent me a image which I later made my avatar only
to be asked by another what I thought of the picture.
So I looked at it again.
It was of a girl, crouched in a field
of snow by a tree. She had black wings and crows flying over her head. She is
barefooted although her surrounding is completely covered in snow. Her world is a
very cold place, yet she remains in the nude. She isn’t oblivious, I think, just
habituated. The crows gather at her location because she attracts misfortune
like bees to honey or moths to a flame.
Everything about her posture and environment screams her desolation. Her head is in her hands but by her foot is a little twig and a patch on the snow where she had been doodling; thinking, or waiting perhaps? There is tattoo on her arm, which suggests that, at some point at least, she had been a part of something. A tribe or family. She had not always been alone.
She is scarred and not entirely an innocent;
her dark wings portray that clearly and so does her black veil which trails in
the pure white snow. She is undergoing an internal struggle
between good and evil but her lowered eyes and bent head, something about them
make me think that right at that moment, evil seems a very attractive choice to
her. In my mind’s eye, I can clearly see her getting up and flying away with
those crows. That would be her point of no return however.
But within it all she is frightened. She is
just a girl, after all. An angel with dirty wings. If I had to give this
picture a title it would be, Broken Angel
So you want to know what I see when I look
at this picture?
Though I know not the artist, I know what
he/she has drawn so beautifully.
