Drawings in ink on paper, 2021

Some ideas come out of the blue or the darkness.  At least it seems that way. The name Proserpina came to me, the memory of something read and vaguely remembered. A consequence of a year or more working on ideas borne of the sad time we are experiencing.

Proserpina is a goddess of fertility a maker of life, who is cruelly whisked away to the underworld, to darkness. But she escapes, making a pact, a deal, to spend half of the year in the Underworld, leaving this world and giving us Autumn and Winter. 

In her time in the Underworld I see Proserpina among the souls, she walks and talks to the faces, she meets, giving comfort and succour to those who have left us. 

Posted by:Keith Bayliss