30+ years of paintings, talked about one painting at a time: what went into the paintings, what I was trying to say, what was happening at the time of my life that I made the paintings. The paintings themselves are narrative, and this adds a little more to the story that they tell.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Coyote with Thistles 2012
This is one of several images that I made this year using my photos of the coyote. Recently, while teaching at Penland School of Crafts, http://www.penland.org/ I gave a short presentation on my work, and included this image. It was only when I was prepping the morning before my talk, running through the images on my assistant's computer , that I remembered the memory that must have generated this picture:
Several years ago, while driving down our quiet, semi-rural road, I noticed a dog trotting in the middle of the road. It was about 10:00 in the morning, a typical, bright. sunny, New Mexico day. Dogs, for the most part, don't run loose in our village, so I was curious to see who he was. However, as I got closer, I realized it was not dog at all, but a coyote. Held firmly in his mouth was a large, fat hen, clearly no longer in the land of the living. The coyote moved to the shoulder to get out of my way, never interrupting his brisk, efficient trot. When I remembered that morning, I was glad I could bring the memory back to life: his insouciance, his pleasure, and most of all, the fact that he had been alive and well and taking such good care of his coyote business(of course it wasn't my hen).
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