Month: September 2016

In An Abyss’s Face

Here’s the 3rd piece in my Alaska series. I’m giving each illustration a title from an Emily Dickinson poem. I liked letting the holes do their own thing, while making this piece of paper. I think it will look nice mounted on black mat board.

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What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far –
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

The grass does not appear afraid,
I often wonder he
Can stand so close and look so bold
At what is awe to me.

Related somehow they may be,
The sedge stands near the sea –
Where he is floorless
And does no timidity betray

But nature is a stranger yet:
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.

Part Deux: More Surrealism

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This is part two of my Alaska trip illustrations – planned  to be surreal images.  I think, maybe, this drawing has something to do with a dream image of the whale as a “beast of burden” for the fishing industry. And it might have something to do with the way I felt visiting Anchorage. I didn’t find Anchorage to be a beautiful city to visit. The visitors bureau tries to make it a pleasant tourist site, but maybe that’s the problem; it’s too touristy. And I was overwhelmed with the large number of homeless natives  that, I guess, you’re suppose to ignore while visiting the local attractions. I used public transportation to get around, and every bus stop had native peoples asking for bus money and cigerettes. There were natives loitering on every street corner, and in the parks – young kids in the parks. I wanted to beg them to go back to their old ways, their natural lives as depicted in Claire  Fejes books and art  on the Noatak  and Athabaskan tribes: life was tough, but not poor, not poor in community.  (Fejes was a Fairbanks resident and founder of The Alaska House Art Gallery  that is, now, run by her daughter.) Maybe Anchorage is doing their best for the native residents, people who seemed caught between two worlds, I don’t know.

On a more positive note: the Anchorage historic district boasts many good restaurants. I tried Fat Ptarmigan which later prompted a poem. And the Tony Knowles Coastal Trail Knowles Coastal Trail is awesome: I biked twenty two miles just to spot a moose. LOL

Below is the photo, taken in Anchorage, that inspired my drawing: a whale mural close to downtown; the historic district.

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And here’s the moose :

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Artistic Inspiration…

The first piece of art in a series, planned for a December show, is finished. It took me a long time to get started on this project – thanks to a venomous spider bite.

I’m not sure what my theme is yet. Right now there seems to be an “oceanic” element floating under the surface. Perhaps this comes from me trying to express the way it felt to be sailing on the sea during my recent trip to Alaska. Or maybe I’m trying to convey the way the vastness of the Alaskan frontier can send one spiraling down every existential rabbit hole that exists. The mountain ranges are spread out in Alaska, but heading to Anchorage from Fairbanks on route three you skirt along the Talkeetna Range with mountain peaks looming above that are just close enough for you to realize how small you are in this big blue world.

Thanks for visiting! Comments are always welcome.

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