consequence
10 x 8 gouache on illustration board.
The original idea for this piece came from a vague retelling of Orpheus, specifically the point at which he and Eurydice are leaving Hell. I don't make any claims to the exactness of that connection now, of course, as the painting far outgrew its origins into something more generally about loss/loneliness and the consequence of the release of nasties from the bowels of the earth (and the ambiguous little folks that choose to live in its proximity).
This beast is what has kept me inside-- and relatively silent on the interweb-- for the past month or so. It was really wonderful to spend time inside this little space. About an hour after finishing it, I ran into a 2" long patent leather beetle outside-- so similar to the fellow in the immediate lower left it stopped me dead in my tracks-- talk about unsettling. It was a tiny moment of unreality when I worried I had actually unleashed these things into the tangible world.
It was exactly like this fellow, grabbed from Wikipedia. If you ever run into one of these guys, stop and hang out for a bit-- they're weirdly emotive. And if you touch their backs, they'll make squeaky fussy noises at you.





