I had the wonderful opportunity to collaborate with the beautiful writing by Victor who is working on a series of poetic and entrancing stories about 100 sisters. They are stirring and beautiful, and my drawing happened to match perfectly to his chapter about Kuma. I highly recommend pausing and treating yourself to his tales - @thesistren Thesistren.com . . .
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Kuma lives on a tiny island estranged from everything. She is a haggard old woman with toasted skin and grey hair to her knees. She curses and spits at the sun and the gods, waving her fist to the sky and screaming. Her eyes are bloodshot, her lower lip hangs below her teeth, and there is bile running rampant through her blood always. Those few that have stumbled on the island fear she is a witch, tell tales of her hut made of victims’ bones, of her necklaces made of human teeth. Those that cross her path are forevermore cursed, scringe out their days in misery.
Or maybe Kuma is the crane. Silver-feathered and luminous, she has lived on the island longer than the woman, is seemingly eternal. She lives atop the mountain, luxuriates in the sun, speaks to the surf and the fauna. Some think she controls the tide, others see her guide the sun across the sky. She spends her days in celebration, every moment a gift. She is silent for the sunset, asleep at dusk, dreaming the night sky. To see her is balance, a conclusion.
Or else Kuma is the mountain.
Illustration by @christinamrozikart ·
