18″ x 24″ Oil on canvas (2017)
The work is a representation of death as the great democratizer, that singular force that is indiscriminate in its insatiable wake. A shared, cold and brutal reality that unites every living entity, regardless. And so our progenitor, hairless and naked crouches, fetal-like once more in a dark chasm. One is reminded of the dehumanized wretches at Concentration camps or those former shadows of loved ones diminished to an ailing carcass by toxic doses and chemotherapy treatments. He could be anyone or any one of us. He will be.
We see him momentarily illuminated by fading light, which could be an extinguishing candle or the last ray of twilight as the coffin lid slides into place, but he is already, desperately lost to the beckoning depths of darkness. From his forehead sprouts a large horn, which he strains to scrape against the walls of the cavern, or even out of the picture itself, perhaps fruitlessly trying to excavate his way out, except he can’t there’s no escape. He could also be sharpening his final vestige of potency, transfixed by the dying sparks that spring as ivory scratches stone. It’s the grieving for an extinguishing life then, the final pronouncements of vitality in a concluding epilogue, done fast and loose in places before time expires.
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