Young Life

Oil on Linen
78 x 108

Painted while on a Pew, I was consciously doing a riff on “American Gothic”. My nephew Grant and his girlfriend posed for studies in front of my father’s old Chevy pickup. I morphed his girlfriend quite a bit. Grant’s father had brought deer he’d shot like trophies into our livingroom in cardboard boxes while he was courting my sister. I remember old black and white photos in the Ledger-Enquirer of my father with deer across the hood of his truck. This was painted in ChaddsFord. I found a dead deer, road kill, along Route 100, I put it in my trunk and slid it up the hill, splaying it across a large old stump outside the studio barn door, painting it in several quick days. It is a doe. It’s tail is embedded behind glass in the frame like a relic in a Cornell box. The painting is on loan to Ogden Museum of Southern Art @ogdenmuseum