Monday, November 7, 2011
A couple of summers ago I was on Monhegan Island painting for a week. A bunch of us were hanging around on the lawn of The Trailing Ewe after dinner when someone pointed out a full moon behind us. We all stood up and turned around to look at it. The usual adjectives were tossed back and forth between us like shooting stars in the dark.
Inspired, I felt compelled to howl. So I did. My fellow artists were shocked and embarrassed out of what, until that moment, had been a polite quietude.
Hey - I'm expressing my gratitude for the show, I said. Besides, it feels great, I added.
Little by little, an insanity locked inside us all burst forth in a few of my fellow lunatics who dared to cross the line from civil to un. They like me threw back their heads and let rip one howl after another.
When we were finished, we turned back around, sat down, crossed our legs and sighed inhaling the beauty of the night. In the returned silence however, a distant primal howl continued it's journey across the water to join others in a universal soup of eons.
Fall Moon • 8" x 8" framed to 12" x 12" • $200