Daughter
Original Art by Kristin Kwan
11.5″ by 10″, oil on birch panel
unframed, ready to hang
Moon for Our Daughters
by Annie Finch
Moon that is linking our daughters’
Choices, and still more beginnings,
Threaded alive with our shadows,
These are our bodies’ own voices,
Powers of each of our bodies,
Threading, unbroken, begetting
Flowers from each of our bodies.
These are our spiraling borders
Carrying on your beginnings,
Chaining through shadows to daughters,
Moving beyond our beginnings,
Moon of our daughters, and mothers.
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About the Artist
Kristin Kwan
I am an artist who makes illustrative paintings and drawings. In my work I use elements of fantasy and allegory to explore themes of life, death, and rebirth. I live with my husband, daughter, and crowd of pets in Lincoln, NE.
When I was growing up my family moved many times, and every new home held mysteries and secrets. I dreamed of hidden stairways that led to unknown attics, or cellars underneath that held forgotten treasures. I knew I could get there if I just kept looking. That low door is still elusive, but when I pick up my pencil or paint brush I can find it for a little while. When I paint I try to bring some of that magic country back with me.
More from Kristin Kwan
Kristin Kwan
I am an artist who makes illustrative paintings and drawings. In my work I use elements of fantasy and allegory to explore themes of life, death, and rebirth. I live with my husband, daughter, and crowd of pets in Lincoln, NE.
When I was growing up my family moved many times, and every new home held mysteries and secrets. I dreamed of hidden stairways that led to unknown attics, or cellars underneath that held forgotten treasures. I knew I could get there if I just kept looking. That low door is still elusive, but when I pick up my pencil or paint brush I can find it for a little while. When I paint I try to bring some of that magic country back with me.
More from Kristin Kwan
