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“At Home with Aliens”

Oil on canvas – 35” x 30”

At Home with Aliens
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It felt like time to paint another alien portrait. My friend Tladik, my first alien, needed a partner. In contemplating the design I remembered looking at some images of hairless cats and went back to find the one that captured me the most. It was still so striking that I couldn’t imagine inventing something much more alien, interesting, or mysterious. I am still always struck by the fact that such interesting life forms like dogs and cats live with humans so easily, with 4 legs and tails, species so different from us that it is always remarkable to me, indeed like living with aliens. In many ways I credit them with more intelligence than humans, and constantly wish I understood the language. I imported an imagined world for my cat alien, with tree lights that light her way as she moves through the landscape. The tree lights only come on when she passes under them, as you can see from the fact that the other tree lights are not casting beams, but waiting to light her way if necessary. Note her semi-transparency; she is able to fade in and out of sight, perhaps paying a little visit, checking her traps. In this world (a possible future Earth?) nature, the Big Mother, has revolted, having cast off the Destroyers in “The Last Hours of Ancient Sunlight” (Thom Hartmann), and there is a more symbiotic relationship among the inhabitants who are left, the ones who understand the Gift. A Lady can only take so much, and then philosophies and politics and economies and governments and borders and democracies and religions become whispers lost in the wind, tiny echoes of old growth, the shedding of old skin, of arrogance.

Posted 3 years, 7 months ago at 4:28 pm.

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