October 5, 2021
For the past couple decades, I have been doing fire and brimstone landscapes, inspired by an apocalyptic world, I saw, at the time, as fictional. It started with a make believe, end-of-world environment for the Mickey Free story. A raging metaphor for the Apache Wars. Recently, current events have caught up to the fantasy.
Daily Whip Out: "Dusto Humongo!"
Daily Whip Out: "Dust On The Sun"
Daily Whip Out: "Creepy Kid Confession"
Authenticity is the goal. In my tribe, "getting it right" is the code. The enemy of authenticity in our world is this retort: "Nobody cares what year or model the saddle or the rifle is, they just want to experience a good story." And so we get 1950s roping saddles in movies depicting the 1880s and 1895 model Winchesters being used in movies depicting the 1870s.
And so it goes until the very end.
"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”―