Oil on Canvas 2016
After returning from a two month venture from a small space with limited resources, I arrived home with many sketches. Anxious to start painting, I could not just choose one, so I combined three pieces into one, tall linear canvas. Up until recent, only such strange voyages where I could not paint, led me to spend time sketching smaller, more complex ideas. Always being so anxious to paint after prepping a canvas, I rarely conjured ideas before-hand. I believe this piece speaks for itself louder and with a nicer voice than most things I've put out. Notice the humanoids attempting to reroute roots or re-root routes in the lower section. Some of them can't figure it out and are tangled up in the cords, probably never got the wi-fi upgrade. Others fall into the darkness, perhaps just tired of trying. I would like to mention the rose in the middle-right. It is a womb, a birthplace for stellar planetoids. Sometimes, they fall to the earth and enter into the hearts of the living. Other times, they hit the thorns on their way down and burn up in the atmosphere. Which reminds me of some word-play I wrote while pondering how weird language is:
Atmosphere = At-Most-Fear
The elephants here are scary, but atmosphere the lions.