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Rooster and Firefly

Of course, like any piece of art, without the maker standing along side of the piece, the work is forever open to interpretation…

But at the moment, I am here and I’m going to speak what this means to me.

It’s autobiographical.

As of late, more often than not, I feel very much like an old rooster. That grumpy old cock, strutting around, preening to prove my worth in an effort to avoid the ax of the master of the barnyard… Chasing the lone firefly across the night. Like Love, as we chase it, it sneaks up from behind. 

Who’s chasing who?


Nothing too deep, but I do enjoy the way I makes me feel when I look at it though.

Cock and Firefly circa 2016
I know that in the story that’s in my head, it’s the FireFly that caught the Cock.

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KVIE Art Auction 2014

It’s time to come clean…
While the work from this series has come to mean so many different things to me…
The cool relief of the delta winds,
the afternoons watching the crows play in the winds,
pleasant loneliness…

Delta Winds
The original spark for this series a response to a single event. An event that sent a cold dark shiver through me the moment that my studio-mate informed me of what was exactly in motion.

It was the earthquake and tidal wave in Japan March 2011.
Fukashima

At the time, the ramifications of what might happen put carrion crow in the skies of my imagination. They began materializing onto the surfaces of my work finished  before the end of the week as a prayer against what I saw happening in my minds eye.

To what good the prayers went, it’s hard to say…
This work carries the loneliness of the no-mans-land lost to the people who lived and worked the land given up to the disaster.