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“The Animal: A Tribute”

lion guy copy2b pixlr quote frame

     Click on picture to see print in my Etsy store.

I was deeply moved and angered by the recent murder of Cecil the lion this summer by a heartless hunter who paid to have him lured out of a preserve so he could shoot him with a bow and arrow. Cecil fled after being shot and it took the hunting team 40 hrs. to locate his body… Cecil lay suffering for countless hours. Game hunting continues as a major tourist attraction for many countries and a profitable hobby for the wealthy.

This print was done in honor of Cecil and all of the animals who lost their lives and who will lose their lives in order to feed the ego of man. The quote on the print is from Henry Beston and it reads:

“For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.”

Hopefully Cecil’s death will not be in vain. Because of his death the issue of game hunting was brought into the forefront. I can only hope and pray the outrage will continue until the beautiful and pure creatures of this world are safe.


“Corvus”

corvus frame

Click on picture to see “Clovus” in my Etsy store : )

Brilliant, misunderstood, mysterious and mythic. Moving through this world with bravery and a straightforward acceptance of his surroundings; simultaneously straddling between the world of man and the realm of the spirit. Meet “Corvus.”

Fancy words aside, ravens and crows are such incredible beings on this earth. Scientists are just scratching the surface in unlocking the mysteries of their minds and abilities. Sharing the world with them is an honor.

“I am Raven. I am black as liquid night with wings and my eyes are stars to see by.”  ― H. Raven Rose, Liquid Me: A Collection of Poetry and Prose


“Wallace With The Snowy Nose”

I live in Pennsylvania. While we don’t get the worst winter weather in the country (I can only think of those poor folks in New England right now) we get our fair share of trying winter conditions. If you have anything that needs to be done outside it takes a fair amount of fortitude to get yourself out there. Whether its driving (a terrifying experience) or barn work (in my case caring for two horses) sometimes one has to just “plow through.” My husband says that to live in this area people have to “have a lot of bark on them.” As in tree bark. Same thing as a tough skin. So I decided I’d showcase Wallace. Obviously “Wallace With The Snowy Nose” spends a fair amount of time out in the elements. Although he’s all dressed up with some place to go he still can’t erase all the evidence of his true nature. At this time of year those of us who must deal with winter weather can hope a little of Wallace can be with us all.


“Claudette”

pig lovely wall copy

To me “Claudette” radiates beauty and intelligence. If you take the time to really look at her you’ll see that there’s a certain calming grace in her gaze. Forget the stereotype. I pass a farm on my way to work where a few souls sort of like Claudette live. I always look for them. Sometimes I even get to see the sweet little ones. I find them running all over the place… in this field or that. Once there was a mom and her piglets on the side of the road on their way to someplace special. I stopped the car, anxiously fumbling for my iPod, hoping to get a really great shot… and I kid you not…I must have caught her off guard because she actually did a triple-take. It was priceless. Her reaction couldn’t have been more human. Realizing she wasn’t alone and having a litter to care for she ran for a safer field knowing her little ones would scurry behind.

Being a vegetarian, I have to look at the world through rose-colored glasses sometimes. With a need to appreciate the moment I had to forget the obvious. Why this particular momma was there and the fate of her babes was a reality I had to try to put in the back of my mind temporarily. Very temporarily. I suppose this particular pig and her piglets were “lucky” to have lived on a farm in the country where they were free to roam instead of the appalling conditions of commercial pig farms. But in reality, their fate is determined by the farmer.

This is partly the reason for my particular chosen art form. Human, Animal… Animal, Human… we have more in common than most people want to believe.


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