I didn't grow up on a farm. I didn't even grow up near a farm. I didn't even grow up with a friend who lived on a farm. So it seems I'd have no reason to connect with the subject...yet farms, fields, barns and bulls have always been a go to in my work. When I was starting out, it was all about relaxing...taking a break from that which is around you...within you. Relieving you mind with what you do not know. Over the past few years, I've settled down on the farms, fields, and barns, concentrating more on subject, narrative and connection. Stepping away from the desire to remove oneself and toward the embrace of investigation and understanding. But the bull has endured. From a simple detail in my first attempts at beauty to one of my most often used motifs and symbols, the bull has transformed along with my art and never says quite the same thing twice...Take a look at the history of the bull through my work and see what you connect to.
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| No Bright Sky or Red Sunrise |
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| The City Cemetery's Singing |
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| For The Widows In Paradise |
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| The Greatest |
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| Give Them Great Meals of Beef |
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| The Kingdom of the Animals |
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| The Midwestern Sun on a Hot Summer Day |
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| Individuality, or a Lack-There-of, Depends On Where You're Standing |
And this last piece is my most recent...unfinished but carrying the motif even further...
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