Windswept

Fertile Clouds – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2019
As even the darkest blue is not black, so even the deepest depression is not the mortificatio.. Eventually, out of the melancholy and despair drops of hopefulness may begin to coalesce ~ Alchemical Blue and the Unio Mentalis
From a certain darkness and despair of the knowledge of environmental destruction, one may move to find the depths from which fertile imagination and new life may spring, just as new shoots await to arise beneath the fertile clouds.

Oil on Canvas [16x20inch] © Omay Lee 2020

Swept from Sight – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2019
There are those who live in the fringes of society, living tormented lives with no prospect of a future as they lie in the streets, their despair unseen and faded from public gaze. What can be done collectively to help in their welfare? Even more sobering is the knowledge that worsening climate change and sea level rise will cause loss of home for many more people across the world in years to come.

Oil on Canvas [16x20inch] © Omay Lee 2020

Surviving the Hurricane – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2019
Hurricane Dorian is a sight to behold,
With vengeance yet untold,
As crested wave romance floating Bruins,
And the islands nether is cratered in ruins,
Where to hide; what to hold, is naught.” 
– From Oseloka Obaze – Regarscent Past: A Collection of Poems (2015)

Oil on Canvas [16x20inch] © Omay Lee 2020

Storm Across the Skies – Oil on Canvas – Omay Lee 2019
Uists, Outer Hebrides
“The wind blew as ‘twad blawn its last; 
The rattling showers rose on the blast; 
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow’d 
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow’d..
 [From Tam o’ Shanter – Robert Burns]

Watercolour on paper [8.5x12inch] © Omay Lee 2020
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