Mixed media (acrylic, wood shavings, metal scrap, fence wire), 2023
Size: w 16″x h 12″ x h 1.5″ cradled birch panel
Part I of Triptych Into White (I, II, III: Destruction, Extinction, Disintegration)
Destruction
Rubble, ash, splintered wood, stone dust, pulverized concrete. What remains after the bombing of cities and catastrophe of earthquakes.
Acrylic, ink, pastel, Japanese paper on cradled birch panel (2023)
Size: w 24″ x h 12″ x d 1.5″
The red-crowned cranes of northeast Asia are known for their beautiful plumage and graceful courtship dances. Here, they are joined by young Nereids practising their ballet steps. The dragonfly, an audience of one, is barely visible at the top centre of the painting. I owe my inspiration for this work to photographers Tim Flach (“Red Crown Cranes Courting” from his Endangered series) and Sarah Waiswa (“Last Act” from her Ballet in Kibera project) — thank you to both.
Acrylic, ink, Japanese paper on canvas (started 2021, still in progress 2023)
Size: w 22″ x h 28″‘ x d 2″
This is the first of two (or more) baby octopuses joining the Nereids in this painting. I think I am procrastinating about finishing the sea dragons who occupy the bottom half of the canvas, but who’s in a hurry? Unfortunately the sun came out when I had just gotten started photographing, so the top half of the image is a bit obscured in the glare.
Acrylic and Japanese paper on canvas (started 2021, still in progress 2023)
Size: w 22″ x h 28″ x d 2″
Yet another detail, this time of one of my two Nereids. Progress is slow over the summer months but I can see the way to the end (I think).
Acrylic and Japanese paper on canvas (started 2021, still in progress 2023)
Size: w 22″ x h 28″ x d 2″
I started this painting over two years ago. It went off course into a dead end and has been collecting dust for some months now. Recently I painted over the bits that weren’t working. We’ll see where it goes. The tentative title is still the same, though I have yet to paint the ruby seahorse itself. The leafy seadragons, seen back in my “in progress” post for March 2021, are shown above along with a detail of the ocean surface.
Acrylic and pastel on cradled birch panel (2023)
Size: w 18″ x h 24″ x d 1.5″
Sudan, the last male northern white rhino, died 19 March 2018. His daughter and granddaughter, Najin and Fatu, are still living, but the subspecies is considered “functionally extinct” as it is no longer viable. I mourn the passing of this great creature with this painting and also the one posted in March (Leaving Eden) https://npaulartworks.com/2023/03/13/leaving-eden-nereids-and-the-northern-white-rhino/
Acrylic, ink, Japanese paper on cradled birch panel (2023)
Size: w 24″ x h 12″ x d 1.5″
The Northern White Rhino is on the verge of extinction but efforts to engineer the revival of the species are generating excitement. According to The Guardian (Dec2022): “Scientists who collected semen and eggs from the last living members of the rhino species hope to be able to implant embryos into a cousin of the northern white rhino as part of nascent repopulation efforts which, if successful, would be unprecedented.”
Acrylic, ink, Japanese paper on cradled birch panel (2023)
Size: w 12″ x h 12″ x d 1.5″
Acrylic, Japanese paper, gold leaf on canvas (2020)
Size: w 28 x h 40 x d 1.75 inches
This piece is also known as Sea Change (Fall Rich and Strange) — June 2020 for the full image. That title still holds, but when I looked at the painting this morning the words came to me. The new title is dark, but perhaps letting out the dark allows the light to come in.
Acrylic and graphite on paper mounted on cradled birch panel (2020)
Size: w 13″ x h 18″ x d 1.5″
Last night I was thinking about the poet Louise Bogan (subject of my PhD thesis a while back). She and her husband renovated an old farmhouse in New York state in 1929. She loved that house. A year and a half later they were driving home from visiting his mother and could see over the horizon that their house was burning. She lost all her manuscripts.
The painting above is about the sun setting. The poem below is about climate change — not about Bogan’s experience — but the image in my head of her house burning, seen through her eyes, was the spark for it.
Bereft
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When I left, the world was green
There was birdsong
There was life.
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Left/Nothing
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I came home to find my house on fire
I was not gone long
I had not gone far.
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I dream of scorched earth
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