Paintings
Thrown, part III
Pine ash, deer bone, eggshell, mica, brick, river sand, bees wax, oil paint, salvaged fabric. On clayboard
36" x 36"
2025
She thought, something else…this slow beast, it is like the earth, I’ll throw my spear into it. The leather skinned matriarch charged to defend her herd. The spearpoint gashed her side, blood flowed everywhere and the screaming animals ran away. The spear did not stick.
I’ll stab something that doesn’t move or scream… this cactus, it is even closer to the earth. But the poor plant flailed and screamed too when its flesh ripped open. The spear did not stick.