ANGEL OF SACRIFICE

ANGEL OF SACRIFICE

Angel of Sacrifice Oil Collage

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ANGEL OF SACRIFICE

Silently,

She lies cocooned beneath the gossamer wings of her guardian angel.

She does not move, for fear her angel will leave her
Alone
To face the universe of memories
That abide in her mind.

Unrequested,

the angel came with strength, wisdom, love and a promise to lift her sorrow.

Luminescent prisms flow in the distance
Becoming brighter and clearer as she travels.

Seeds of light burst round her in an
Unwavering fashion. Her angel by her side, they transcend toward a presence brilliant and familiar.

She is teased with leaving behind the heaviness of her life and escaping to a place of peace.

But…knowing in her heart that it is not the time…for there is much more love to give before she can go home again…

She returns.

~Cheryl Dolby~

I think the antique frame came from Mexico

An old almanac that I had stashed away in my studio was the inspiration for this angel collage. I love to read measurements and usages from these old tomes. This one in particular has details of herbs used in the early 1900’s. I used it for the background and added crackle glaze to it. I painted her face using the Renaissance Oil method and made her three dimensional halo using the technique I learned while taking a fresco class in Italy a few years back.

Close-up of almanac and crackle glaze

Close-up of halo I learned to make while in Italy

I have used my Angel of Sacrifice story with many of my sculptures and paintings. It has special meaning to me and I think it speaks of many women.

I have priced "Angel" at $325. She is 17x 21". If you are interested in purchasing her, please e-mail me and we can go from there. I take all major credit cards and Paypal. You can also purchase her on ebay by clicking here. This is my first listing on e-bay. Wish me luck! Thanks so much!

''ANGELS"

“ANGELS”

"Angel of Antiquity" Number 1

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The other day, my daughter, Kirsten, said something that struck a cord with me. We were discussing our sometimes (and many times) dysfunctional family. She told me that it helps her a great deal to go above and look down because things become clearer from a higher vantage point. Ok. I was surprised that she said this because she is not a metaphysical thinker as I can be at times. She views life in a rather skeptical, straightforward fashion and doesn’t delve into any new age thoughts. I contemplated what she said. I thought about a force much larger than I am, about an entity who is beyond time. I imagined what life on this plane must look like to a greater being. When you view a parade, you stand in one place and you watch as the clowns go by, the baton twirlers, the band and the floats. You see only each particular event going by at a time. But, if you were to go to the top of a skyscraper and view the parade from the top floor, what would you see? You’d see the entire parade in front of you, ALL AT ONCE.. You’d see each actor and player doing their thing to construct the “whole” of the parade. Maybe it is that way with families and the world for that matter. Seen from above, you can complete the picture of the whole in a much better light, or a different light.

Close-up of angel number 1

One time, not so long ago, I was extremely distraught about a family situation. I took to my bed (all the women in my family have done this for decades, if not centuries.) I climbed into my bed and pulled my large heavy feather tick (that’s a comforter) over me. It was snowing outside and I knew I’d be completely snowed in by morning. The mountains and the dark closed in and I knew I was in for a long sorrowful sleep. I closed my eyes, feeling a deep sorrow in my heart. I tried desperately to sleep. Before long, I sensed a great quiet envelop my room. As I finally relaxed into the deep calm I began to feel that there was something or someone in my room. It was as though a warm, delicious weight of love was surrounding me on my bed, nurturing me, coaxing me to forget everything for awhile. I felt a weight over me. I felt something that can only be described as…wings…comforting me. It is true that it could very well be that I simply “had a dream.” I’m not really sure, I only know that when I awoke, I felt compelled to write this story:

Angel of Sacrifice

Silently,

I lie cocooned beneath the gossamer wings of my guardian angel

I do not move, for fear she will leave me here
Alone

To face the universe of memories
That abides in my mind.

Unrequested

She came with strength, wisdom and love
And a promise to lift my sorrow.

Luminescent prisms flow in the distance
Becoming brighter and clearer as I
Travel

Seeds of light burst round me in an
Unwavering fashion. My angel by my
Side, we transcend toward
A presence brilliant and familiar.

I am teased with leaving behind the
Heaviness of my life and escaping to
this place of
Peace.

But…
Knowing in my heart
That it is not the time..for thre is
Much more love to give before I
Can go home again….

I return.

~Cheryl Dolby~

Angel Number 2

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Since that time, and it was about 5 years ago, I have created angels of all sorts. Sometimes they appear with halos or wings. Even though I write many stories for the work I do, I never have written another angel story. Angel of Sacrifice always applies to my angels, even though each one is different.

Angel Number 3

I have named my new series, Angels of Antiquity. They are each an original with a hand sculpted clay face and wings that I created by applying encaustic wax. I found old door plates to use as hangers and I use antique lace and jewels in each one. I have priced them very reasonably at $46. They come from my heart and can be found in my etsy store by clicking each number.

Angel Number 4

Angels? Who knows? All I can say is that something magical happened to me one night.