this is a rough character sketch
Sarpa means serpent.
So many connections. A common theme in creation myths is the symbol of the snake and the world tree
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serpent_(symbolism)
This is where our world is created too.
We begin the chapter of the earth with an entry into the folds of a tree.
dark chambers. snakes curled up.
Here we meet Sarpa.
this is another interesting link to note- the connection and reoccurence of snakes and women.
Eve, Lilith, many of our Indian Goddesses, Minoan matriarchal figures,
the earth mother. A chthonic link it seems.
Lots of very intruiging feminist interpretations of the Serpent's bride.
Post genesis, both eve and the serpent are condemned but perhaps this is a patriarchal edit.
read :
http://thequeenofheaven.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/asherah-part-ii-the-serpents-bride/
for more :)
So there we have it. The serpent. Eternally reborn, a guardian, symbol of wisdom, secrets, intuition,
mystical, magical and forked tongue.
this is where our story begins..
Some of the ideas I'm working with in order to create a convincing character with sarpa- Symbolism of Snakes in Indian Mythology, vishnu's coiled serpent, Nagas, ancient esoterics and some red and green. :)
some of my references.
Snakecharmer
As the gods began one world, and man another,
So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
With moon-eye, mouth-pipe. He pipes. Pipes green. Pipes water.
Pipes water green until green waters waver
With reedy lengths and necks and undulatings.
And as his notes twine green, the green river
Shapes its images around his songs.
He pipes a place to stand on, but no rocks,
No floor: a wave of flickering grass tongues
Supports his foot. He pipes a world of snakes,
Of sways and coilings, from the snake-rooted bottom
Of his mind. And now nothing but snakes
Is visible. The snake-scales have become
Leaf, become eyelid; snake-bodies, bough, breast
Of tree and human. And he within this snakedom
Rules the writhings which make manifest
His snakehood and his might with pliant tunes
From his thin pipe. Out of this green nest
As out of Eden's navel twist the lines
Of snaky generations: let there be snakes!
And snakes there were, are, will be--till yawns
Consume this piper and he tires of music
And pipes the world back to the simple fabric
Of snake-warp, snake-weft. Pipes the cloth of snakes
To a melting of green waters, till no snake
Shows its head, and those green waters back to
Water, to green, to nothing like a snake.
Puts up his pipe, and lids his moony eye.
-sylvia plath
Strangely enough...I did this snake charmer illustration randomly a few weeks before Khoya.2 began.
