King’s Garden Foulard

King’s Garden Foulard

Flower Drone Foulard

Flower Drone Foulard

Flower Drone Foulard

Flower Drone | Eva Pol Art

Description

As the heat of summer is a memory long gone and the hasty winds of fall already took their flight away from the once enchanting colorful floral valleys, all they left behind are wandering dandelions and sad trees carved with hearts and initials of various human couples…

“There is nothing left to do! I am bored!” Jinx the sprite barked crossing her thin delicate hands.

“Hey… Do you want to go to the… flower drones?” Warren said with the hope of finding any remaining source of entertainment for his hyperactive sister. Despite the young of her age and the dangers of flying, the big floral drones that grow only in early winter in Freyja valleys, Warren soon had no double thoughts of having a small ride, maybe they would even take advantage of the height and discover any remaining patches of still green land before they hibernate.

Soon they reached the place and Jinx hyped by the thoughts of having her first drone ride almost cried of joy when she saw them up close.

“Wohooo! They are huge! They have four large flat chapters with curved endings and you can even hold the humongous bud in the middle to stay in the center of it!”

“Do not be hasty to judge Jinx, it is more difficult than it seems! Anyway I am driving this so you can enjoy your first ride carefree.” Jinx knelt behind one of the four platforms, her brother holding the middle bud and both waited impatiently for something more than a strong wind to detach the upper drone shaped flower and start their aviation adventure.

“Jinx! I see you will be lucky on your first ride!” Warren said as he felt the strong winds rising gradually and before they both take a good hold of the flower, a furious gale almost threw them of bounds as their floral drone detached and took flight!

“Oh, by the thousand royal jelly drops! It took us higher that we could ever fly!” Jinx awed by the height their vessel could reach started scanning the grounds below only to realise that this time of the year only a few patches of colored valley spots are left.

“Looks as if a careless God shakes his paintbrush from up above, don’t you think sister?” Warren said as the drone started loosing height and the scattered little floral patches started to seem bigger and bigger…

Flower Drone | Eva Pol Art
Flower Drone | Eva Pol Art

Both of them grasped any edge they could find as the drone gradually came a few meters above ground level it drove them through a half naked scrubby patch of trees and while Warren hardly navigated through the branches his sight caught a quick sparkle just too close in front of them…

He has heard of sprite traps but even compared to his sister he was still young enough to have known better… a terrifying thought passed his mind with the sole comfort of it being a forgotten spider net, but it was not.

The flower drone puffed onto the enchanted silk net and the only thing Warren could do is stay still securing Jinx on his chest with his back towards the enchanted net while using his body as a cushion for his sister. Saving her from quite high falls at the early days of when her wings had not fully developed bore fruit for this instance and with a strong push he send her away from the net tumbling onto a narrow branch…

“Warren! Noo! You can get out of this, I know it you can do anything!” Jinx cried those words out knowing already that her brother was long gone as the net fully covered with magic dust made anything already magical to be imprinted on it forever…

With a last loving stare and a protruded hand that kept warning her not to come close Warren was completely drawn onto the net along with the flower drone and a batch of dark blue leaves as his essence scattered onto the silk surface giving it an earthy tan shade with sprinkles of pure gold…

Mini stories by Savvas Devourer Tyridis

Medium

silk ponge 06

Colors

arctic & night blue
light brown
magenta
black & gold for details

Dimensions

95*95 cm

Date of birth

2017

Crimson Garden Foulard

Crimson Garden Foulard

Crimson Garden Foulard

Crimson Garden | Eva Pol Art

Description

“Come to me assassin…” Ardashir sprung forth like a startled viper warning the passer by…

“I am not tired nor dehydrated yet I heard her, I hear her every night I spend in this forsaken place, I must plant the seeds the Old Man gave me… a silly, even childish mission for what I have accomplished so far.”

As the sun started to rise, the newly shaped sand hills turned from bitter cold frozen waves to blazing cauldrons of heat testing Ardashir’s limits as he walks towards the end of the desert.

His forehead blazed, his sweat catching the sand in the air, his throat more dry that the desert itself, he notices the raising fever and knew only one thing when he felt a slow growing pain, a small two-point red spot on his right calf was enough to stop searching for any more causes. Since he did not know the exact time of the bite there was nothing strong enough to save him now.

Definitely tired and frustrated, his heart raced, the seeds fell from his hand, he fell to his knees as his sweat rained down on the sand already dizzy, he prepared himself for what is to come. To his surprise he saw the sand shifting in front of his knees…

The dagger unsheathed and ready in his trembling hand let to fall as the small green lash sprout from the ground. Ardashir started laughing as he looked at the growing green that already reached his forehead bloomed with dark orange buds and getting formidably thicker in volume right in front of him.

“Come to me, Ardashir, I have to show you…” The voice he heard, his mind raced and his heart even more as he focused his last remaining powers clenched and started climbing onto the ever-growing body of the unnatural flowery stair… He looked down for a moment, a blurred figure lying on the ground but he was already too high to distinguish and her voice now boomed in his ears more than the air raging over the sands below.

Soon enough as he was engulfed in a cloud his hands reached an end following a dirt surface and as he stepped on the solid ground, everything he knew, everything he endured so far, all of his training all of his encounters all that he ever heard lies or truths alike could not explain this view…

Crimson Garden | Eva Pol Art
Crimson Garden | Eva Pol Art

As he walked further into what seemed to be a floating magnificent garden of smells and colors, all this blooming life swept his former self away as he saw the back side of her figure among the cherry trees… He run towards her but his legs failed him close to her reach, he stopped and knelt.

“Anahita? Goddess is this you?” She turned around while the air blew the cherry leaves on him like hundreds of lips kissing his face, he felt the gentle touch of her eerie almost alive gown of morning glory.

“You came to end me… assassin?”

“Am I still? Is there a dagger in my hands racing for your heart?”

“Who do you serve assassin?”

“Am I still? Is there a blood sealed scroll with a name in my pocket?”

“Do you want redemption assassin?”

“Am I still human? A monster among men or even alive enough to care?” He wondered as his tears sent watery cherry leaves down the ground, she gently touched his jaw and slowly everything started to gradually fade… the bright crimson color, the irritating buzzing sound of life around him…

“I am afraid Anahita… what is going on? No one prepared me for this!”

“Look into my eyes, Ardashir, you are not an assassin now, everyone is nobody in particular here.”

As the whole scenery started to turn white, all the trees the bugs the birds and the waters the wind and the leaves gradually started fading away as he stood still, his sight locked into the luminescence of her sapphire blue eyes.

“I… do I have to regret… do I have to repent… for what I have done?”

“Hush, Ardashir, keep looking into my eyes and you will have your answer.” It was the last thing he heard as the bright white light finally engulfed them both.

Mini stories by Savvas Devourer Tyridis

Medium

silk ponge 06

Colors

bordeaux
emerald
salmon
black

Dimensions

185*45 cm

Date of birth

2017

Blue Buds Foulard

Blue Buds Foulard

Blue Buds Foulard

Blue Buds | Eva Pol Art
Blue Buds | Eva Pol Art
Blue Buds | Eva Pol Art

Description

Buds, buds, buds… unopened blue flower buds in small and big sizes are thriving on this rectagular “plant” thanks to Eva’s Pol painting care. Such a classy artwork made in a modern abstract background and painted in vivid coloring combinations.

Medium

silk ponge 06

Colors

magenta
night blue
light brown
black for details

Dimensions

185*45 cm

Date of birth

2016

Bouquet Foulard

Bouquet Foulard

Bouquet Foulard

Bouquet | Eva Pol Art
Bouquet | Eva Pol Art
Bouquet | Eva Pol Art

Description

Purple blooming flowers in a cute bouquet dominate in this muslin silk pattern.

Medium

silk muslin

Colors

pastel violet
emerald
gold details

Dimensions

50*50 cm

Date of birth

2012

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