Winter (After Arcimboldo) by Philip HaasTaken by Kristen Page at the
Nature and Fantasy exhibit at the National Gallery of Art in Washington
"The northernmost ... was of a gnarled, woody ancient; his mouth was collapsed where the teeth had fallen out, his skin all warts and folds, eyes rheumy and peering. He was not, however,
like wood or woody or rooty (Bruno came closer) but in fact
made of wood he was nothing but an aged chestnut stump, yellow leaves or few or none for hair, his ear a broken limb's rotted bole, his lips a fungus.
"He was Winter. Old Age. Drought."
—John Crowley,
Daemonomania
Nine
Published on November 11, 2010 17:14