From the back of her head emerges, like a set of antlers, a chevron of smaller stars reminding one of the mysterious horned figure in the cave at Lascaux. Deep underground, beyond the eye of careless onlookers, dressed in hooves and tail, the shaman performs his ritual, seeking the good hunt, plentiful bison for the long winter.
Star Woman is unguarded. Her horns are nature's own heavenly bodies. She too seeks to uncover the mysteries of nature, calling forth the spirits of fertility and congress, melding one element with another. This ritual of ablution and fertility occurs in the dark, in the cool night air where a red bird perched in a nearby tree is witness to the marriage of opposites. Such a blissfully peaceful face, one wants to make love to her perfect body, to fuse one's essence with the night, the earth and the waters.