I love this brittle, browned paper from 1854. It is so delicate, it breaks apart easily. It won't bend. This is a small study of the incisors found with the jaw bones discovered on one of my hikes. They are so delicate with a beautiful curve, smooth cylindrical root with sharply faceted enamel.
Continuing to explore my favorite muse, the skull of a whitetail buck. I wanted to evoke a sense of rebirth. The skull representing death with the vibrant green hinting at spring and rebirth. Nature is an endless cycle. Selected text from Nippon Times, 1951, Literature Classics, and The Boy Hunters, 1854.
Painted live at an arts festival and completed at home, "Yellow Basket" starts a narrative on conservation. I name all of my pieces from something that stands out or comes to me during their creation. This one is named for a cutting of a train ticket, urging the proper disposal of the used ticket.