Here I am in my new studio digs, feeling like the cat got the catnip, because it’s indoors, higher ceilings, central air, located in the same building I eat and sleep in.
Wrath Oil on Canvas 36″ x 48″ The air has been thick with acrid smoke from the ongoing fires in Holy Jim Canyon these last few days. Which seems entirely apt given the apocalyptic pedigree for this one.
Hard to believe that Purgatorium will be five years old next year. I guess it makes some sort of sense given all that’s passed in between. The La Bodega years and preparation for Paradiso’s Fall- the second act of the series-respectively.
It’s been several months since I last wrote, I know, but if posts have been thin on the ground of late, it’s because I’ve been pouring myself into the work at hand.
“I guess my journey as an artist began with this overarching spiritual quest and being raised as I was, I’d found that the pulpit wasn’t doing it for me.”
You can’t really tell yet, but that’s Elen I’m painting, the lost pagan horned goddess of British folklore. She’s Mama deer, spiritual consort, Shamanic pathfinder of ley lines and a divine fertility being.
“We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.” Ovid