Alas, the photograph doesn't capture the far right edge, but in addition to Sirius (the star from which the prism-bound beam of light originates) there's a sleepy Man-on-the-Moon in the upper corner to complement Mr. Sunshine at far left. The beam of starlight passes through a heart shaped hole in the pinnacle, then between Mars and Venus, and is then scattered a' la Pink Floyd / Dark Side of the Moon by a prism in the hand of an old wizard—but is it Gandalf or is it Saruman? The artist has never told, so to be safe it's best to keep a close watch on your beer!
A "Creation-Myths" mural, rendered on the east door of
the Grants Pass Museum of Art building, opening into what was once the Unitarian-Universalist Community
Room, a regular hot spot on the Grants
Pass First Friday Art Night
itinerary, then and since, only now it is a LEGO™ gallery (REBEL BRICK). The door's imagery includes various
heavenly bodies dancing and cavorting above and about in the light of a Lotus Moon, as meanwhile, slimier reptilian
things evolve from the deep. The Earth, according to an old Hindu legend, is supported on the back of a giant tortoise.
Cradled within the planetary crescent (in this, my version of the tale) I've rendered the Archetypal Garden
of Earthly Delights, but there is no serpent in this paradise; not even worms in the apples!
This one is painted on the side of my inlaws' garage. The watermaster made them take the ornamental paddle wheel out of the irrigation ditch, so we took a few paddles off (to make it look as if submerged in the gravel...) and painted a millhouse beside a stream flowing down to the Rogue River, which you can't quite see from the other side of the house on account of bushes and brambles along the banks, but the view actually looks a lot like this from the other side of their house. Now their neighbor gets to look at it too—well, sort of...
Here's a bedroom ceiling mural that is bright and lively in the daytime, yet surrendering gracefully at twilight to the cosmic glory of the night! Hmmm... I forgot how many angels are up there—about a dozen I'd guess. Some are standing or sitting on the edges of the clouds, while others are in full flight. Isn't it comforting to know they're there, keeping watch on the world while you peacefully slumber?
the lower half of an upstairs/downstairs—day & night
sign/mural combo, painted in downtown Grants Pass
Did you ever get to meet my horse?
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Accompanied on Bongos, the Crescent Moon keeps Watch over Her Bed