| Ideas & Inspiration |
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| "Abraham's Door" was inspired by an old twisted oak tree that stood outside our front door for many years. Crowned in mistletoe, its limbs stretched down and around our home as though in an embrace. My family began referring to the tree affectionately as "Abraham." One night I dreamt of a hidden doorway at Abraham's feet. His roots were twisted into a spiral staircase that stretched deep inside the earth. Dressed in a long white nightshirt, I wandered awestruck into a magical subterranean world. | |
| "Sport of Kings" (work in progress) is derived from a recurring dream I had as a child. On several occasions a woman dressed in 18th century French couture ran through my dreams, desperately afraid. The woods were blued in twilight and damp with mist. Dogs barked in the distance as men shouted. She was being hunted, but not as a fugitive. It was for sport. Each night I awoke as she hid behind a tree, panting and unable to run any further. I don't know what happened to her, but putting this image on canvas has been cathartic for me. | |
| "The Watcher" is also borrowed from a dream. In this dream, a man dressed in dark robes was mounted astride a huge wolf. He moved through a barren landscape, somehow playing a pivotal role in world events. He wasn't evil, though. Whatever duty he was there to perform was executed in a detached, unemotional manner. A man riding a wolf - albeit a dire wolf - didn't look right on canvas so I altered the imagery by scaling the wolf to size and placing it beside the robed man. | |
| "The Flight of Murron" is a romanticized rendition of family folklore. It is said that the daughter of an English nobleman fell in love with a common man. Defying her father, she and her lover set sail for the Americas. Her companion was killed when the ship was wrecked by storm, but she was one of a small group that was rescued. She returned home, only to find that her father had disowned her. She grimly set forth on her own for the New World and carved out a life in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley, bearing a child along the way. | |
| Angels are often depicted as pale, androgynous beings who look more like porcelain dolls than spiritual warriors. I think angels are more formidable than these delicate renderings suggest. "Michael" is how I envision the Archangel Michael: a fiery warrior with armor of worn leather, his sword scarred from battle, his skin weathered and dark, and auburn hair coarse with sweat. | |
| Imagery from The Crow inspired "Storm Angel" (work in progress). There is a scene during which Brandon Lee stands in an alley - his body arched, arms outstretched in a torrent of rain. This image sparked the idea of an angel surrounded by rain and lightning, reveling in the raw power of the elements around him. Oh, and dressed in tight leather pants. | |
| After painting several angels, I wanted to render one with dark wings. It seems natural that the color of an angel's wings would vary as much as hair or skin color, so an angel with dark wings would not necessarily be evil. Reactions to "Fallen Prince" (work in progress) have been fascinating. Most viewers see a malevolent being. His cold gaze, dark armor and raven wings play on that emotional response by suggesting sinister qualities, but I see a warrior who is both proud and noble. | |
| "Storm Walker" began as an abstract idea of two panthers and a Native American shaman. Initially the shaman was female since I regard panthers as graceful, elegant and feminine creatures in their own right. The painting assumed a masculine overtone, however, and the shaman's gender became male. The painting rejected my attempts to warm it up with a brighter palette of desert hues, and the storm theme evolved during its final phase. "Storm Walker" knew what it wanted before I did! | |
| So ideas present themselves in many forms: imagery from dreams, advertising, cinema. Some, like "Michael," pop into my mind's eye as fully executed paintings. I know, down to the smallest detail, how the painting will appear once it's completed. Others, like "Storm Walker," seem to exert a will of their own. I begin with an abstract idea and the details evolve as the painting evolves, assuming a personality all its own. Sometimes even I'm surprised by the result! |
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