Enigmata is a dark, surrealistic painting, having to do with our relationship, or
lack thereof, to Gaia. I painted this having just moved from a tiny village in a
serene mountain forest setting to the middle of an enormous dirty city, or “megaslopolis”
as I term the sprawling rash of asphalt and concrete that’s slowly obliterating nature.
(You’ll be happy to know I didn’t stay
there long.) Having lost our sense of connection to the earth or awareness of her
as our mother, human kind builds constructs, both physical and mental, which damage
the environment we must live in, and lead nowhere but to emptiness, an impoverishment
of life on all levels. The eleventh hour has come, and is passing quickly. Will
enough of us awaken in time to heal ourselves and our mother?
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