Cold wind. Grey skies. Zillions of sparrows eating their feathers full at the feeder…snow in the weather reports. Dark cloud zooming from the west. Yellow light of sun on the horizon, smothered in vertical bands of rain, racing this way. Spaghetti dinner with my cousin. Watching the cat across the street tossing its prize again and again in the air. Thinking about elephants…
I had already decided to make some sort of observance of the fact that there is going to be a March to Save the Elephant on October 4…I wanted to have people at the Gorilla House, artists and audience combined…bring the plight of the elephant to the forefront…just for an evening. So, in combination with the Yellow Bird image in Gorey’s cards…I proceeded to draw and paint.
“Whoever has seen these giants marching across the last free open spaces of the world knows that this is something that must not be lost.”
– Romain Gary, The Roots of Heaven
We are in a world that is agitating with loss…species...glaciers…my mother. Concerning this, I am not an alarmist and I am not a pessimist. In fact, I live in hope…but most certainly for things ‘not of this world’.
The three archetypes shared with Gorey DID generate some connections for me while I worked. The Gorilla House concepts always do! The Urn as a metaphor…a container for what remains and L’ecorche…humanity, exposed…at its core (the bad and good of it). The Yellow Bird…my mother’s song…my father’s whistle…the bright hope, small but apparent. I thought also of the canary in the cage…the small warning of a big catastrophe in the mines, the pits that we dig for ourselves. (apologies for the scattered images of last evening…but I pulled it together and it became this) Thank you to Taylor for purchasing this piece at auction and to Teri for wanting it.