Infinite

Light and Darkness, Life and Death, are part of the same infinite spiral. The decay that slowly and gently overcomes us also coaxes new, shy life from the soil. I imagine the Death of Foxes to have one paw in each realm, to champion both renewal and decay. I think she is warm and soft and serene, a safe harbor for those who have struggled to survive for so long.

A subject I’ve been exploring for most of my life is the spirituality of other animals.  More and more I find myself wondering- When they run through the woods in ecstasy, or in terror, or in perfect joyful harmony with the blood rushing through their veins, who do they call out to?  Sense in the shadows, see in the bright stars above, cry for when all else is lost?  Who answers their prayers and soothes their fears and watches over them with tireless, boundless love?

This is what happens when you live in the woods like a weird little hermit and have grown up reading books like Redwall, Watership Down, and Tailchaser’s Song.  I imagine vast pantheons that vary species to species, some overlapping and some perfectly distinct.  I think foxes have many deities, just as shadowed and elusive as they.

As always, the original piece will ship matted but unframed. Not only does glass make foxes and owls nervous, it’s also sometimes rather brutally mauled by the USPS, and nobody needs that!  

Image Size is 5 X 7.25″ and is painted with watercolor and white ink on Arches 140lb cold press paper