The Dance of Oya
Acrylic on Canvas Board
11" x 17"
Beautiful, fearsome Oya.
She stands between light and darkness.
Her skin is the color of the blackest night.
She raises her arms heavenward,
Stirring up the winds and summoning forth the storm,
Her face blank and emotionless,
her mouth wide open, uttering a silent cry,
her legs are twisted as if in ecstasy.
Death lays upon where she walks.
Moddu pue Oya. Hekua hey Yansa!
Basbasan Nawa!
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