Talisman Print

"Talisman" print

fine art giclee print

signed and numbered by the artist

limited edition of 25

image size= 8 x 10.25, paper size= 9 x 12 inches

$30.00/each

Available HERE at Modern Eden Gallery

For My Little One

"For My Little One"

acrylic on birch panel

8 x 10 inches, oval

2012

SOLD

For my August 11th solo show, Talisman at San Francisco's Modern Eden Gallery

Progress shots:

Here's my latest painting, "For My Little One".

It's a piece that I've wanted to make for a while; since a horrific scene that I witnessed from my living room window last year.  It all happened so fast that I didn't even really know what happened at first.  I was sitting at my drawing table and heard a loud sound outside.  I looked out to see a hawk with something in it's claws and a squirrel chasing after him.  

Apparently the hawk had snatched up a baby squirrel from the power line from where the mother squirrel had it with her.  I screamed and pounded on the window at the hawk, hoping he would let it go, but it flew away before I could run outside.  

I could hear the mother squirrel crying from the tree for what seemed like days later.  

I know that this is just one of the many natural occurrences in the brutal reality that is nature, but it was so excruciating to see it happen; especially when I had seen the mom running around with the baby in it's mouth the day before.

So, I had been wanting to make a painting where the squirrel gets revenge on the hawk that took her little one and brings back his skull, and for it also to look like she's keeping a vigil or visiting the baby's grave.  

She's holding forget-me-nots, which obviously mean "Do not forget me!" and remembrance, and the hawk skull is flanked by peach roses, which symbolize immortality.

WIP: For My Little One

(almost there!)

Here's my progress so far on "For My Little One".

It's a piece that I've wanted to make for a while; since a horrific scene that I witnessed from my living room window last year.  It all happened so fast that I didn't even really know what happened at first.  I was sitting at my drawing table and heard a loud sound outside.  I looked out to see a hawk with something in it's claws and a squirrel chasing after him.  

Apparently the hawk had snatched up a baby squirrel from the power line from where the mother squirrel had it with her.  I screamed and pounded on the window at the hawk, hoping he would let it go, but it flew away before I could run outside.  

I could hear the mother squirrel crying from the tree for what seemed like days later.  

I know that this is just one of the many natural occurrences in the brutal reality that is nature, but it was so excruciating to see it happen; especially when I had seen the mom running around with the baby in it's mouth the day before.

So, I had been wanting to make a painting where the squirrel gets revenge on the hawk that took her little one, and for it also to look like she's keeping a vigil or visiting it's grave.  

She's holding forget-me-nots, which obviously mean "Do not forget me!" and remembrance, and the hawk skull is flanked by peach roses, which symbolize immortality.