The tender tear falls to earth. Absorbed into the humus she resists pointless decay, taking a noble form. In her resolve, hope is reborn and held patiently, awaiting the next chance to fly free.
Take note of the people in the bottom of the tear and bird on the headdress as many of these details change in the second version
Aqua Regia 2 : Sold
Beauty has been reborn and is now being released as peace from the masked noble tear of the warrior into the darkness of what is not known but can only be seen through the eyes of what has been learned through past mistakes.
Note the mask she wears as if she has fought a war, the bird has flown and perched on a sword and the people are reaching out for nourishment while the weeds have overgrown below.
Beauty Traps Study
I used the form of the hare as a template for the tree in the final painting. The result is such that the tree seems to breath the life of this symbolic animal. There are many layers of clay on top of her penetrating stare, yet hauntingly I feel as if the stare cannot not be masked by those many layers. Historically, the hare has been a symbol for longevity, a sign of good luck. It also meant “vigilance”: the animal is said to sleep with its eyes open, and medieval physicians believed that eating its meat led to insomnia. (In classical anitiquity, on the other hand, eating such a meal was believed to make a person beautiful for nine days.)
The tree represents ancestral wisdom, standing vigilant like a lighthouse above the rocks, warning one to step away. Vanity, preoccupation with ones physical self, sits on the left. Self-absorption, preoccupation with ones own ideas and dreams, sits on the right. In the foreground, two frogs escape, leading one back into a world filled with the beauty of others.
"Two Worlds"early phase
I probably spent the most time on this piece, struggling along for a year with it. As you can see there is a lot of underpainting and I remember sanding a lot of clay off of this piece.
Inks, kaolin clay and gold leaf on clay-board
Collection of the Artist
Out of the primitive root of our being have evolved two alterative worlds of human existence. In the lower left of the painting we see a tear has formed. The aggregate sorrow of the innumerable droplets of hope all around us that have failed to cling to the flower: the vision of the world as it might be. Yet, in sorrow lives the mother of life and future hope. She searches for where the new born and re born may belong and flourish. Never baron, she returns to the eternal river, the endless wellspring of survival (the old species: coelacanth fish) where fragile hope is nurtured and reborn to reach again with joy in order to touch beauty, represented by the flower. Undistracted by the flower, the sloth is at peace - content with the bounty that is within easy reach, and confident of his just and privileged position. Whatever falls into his lap is his destiny. To the far right an apple falls from the tree, breaking tradition and entering a new path to follow.