Prophet
Here a coyote reaches to the sky in a celestial pose. I chose to accentuate the form by placing him on a triangulated base.
I was reminded of one of Wallace Stevens’ poems as it speaks to the mystery surrounding wildlife in early morning and twilight. In paintings this genre is referred to as tonalism. It is when your eyes play tricks on you in the dim light. It is as much about a mood or what is referred to as “dos” or a yearning for something lost. I imagined him in this winter scene reaching toward the moonlight. He almost becomes one with the landscape.
THE BLUE GUITAR
The man bent over his guitar
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green
They said. ” You have a blue guitar
You do not play things as they are”
The man replied, “Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar”
And they said then, ” But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves”
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are”
—Wallace Stevens