Signs of the Apocalypse

Signs of the Apocalypse is an ongoing series of oil paintings on canvas, evolving around ideas of family, home, identity, personal trauma and healing. Many pieces are titled after a line from a song. I see music more than I hear it, but it has been a constant thread in my life, especially traditional folk music. So these paintings are responses to songs that in some way define my own life, whether they be old ballads or newer pop songs. A quick Google of the titles (in quotation marks) will find you the songs they reference, and in the words of the songs you'll find pieces of the stories.

Will you love my heart?

Acrylic, graphite and oil on stretched canvas. 4x 24x72" These are hung just above the floor, so that the viewer sees the upper squares at eye level, and the children on the bottom panels are looked down upon.


If it weren't for the love of your daughter...

Graphite, wax crayon and oil on stretched canvas.

Nothing Comes Out

Graphite, wax crayon and oil on stretched canvas.

Identity 1 & 2

Graphite and oil on stretched canvas.

   

Titles withheld.

Graphite, wax crayon and oil on stretched canvas.


Do you see me? Does anyone care?

Acrylic, graphite, wax crayon and oil on stretched canvas.


Interference 1 & 2

Graphite and oil on stretched & torn canvas. The entirety of W.B. Yeats' poem, The Stolen Child, is written in silver metallic paint on the pair.

   

Roots

Oil on stretched canvas.


Escaping the Nest

Graphite and oil on stretched canvas. Triptych totaling 12x5ft.


Three Craws

Graphite and oil on stretched canvas. Triptych totaling 10x5ft.


Apocalypse in Pieces

Mixed media on reclaimed BC Binning panels. I was born just four months before Bert Binning died, but his wife Jessie was a dear friend of my parents, and eventually a grandmother figure to me, as well as one of my biggest supporters. Through Mrs. Binning I inherited some of Bert's brushes, his paint palette, and a few panels. I use the brushes often, and finally put the panels to use with this painting. Our civilization seems to be faltering, but I believe it's in growing ourselves up from all the beautiful pieces that we will thrive.


Evolution

Felt and bone headdress... sometimes with electric candles.