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Washington Parting the Delaware

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5″ x 8″
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Washington helping out the pioneers by parting the Delaware; I think that’s how it went. But it may be the Mississippi, I think I see my grandparents’ house.

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Mule Deer’s Pink Lady

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16″ x 20″
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Oil paint is a mystical medium, it sings like nothing else. It is as radiant as it is uncooperative.

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The Beards of the Ancients

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5″ x 8″
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The beards of the ancients cannot grow on my chin. Something like that was written by Tao Chi (17th painter and poet during the late Ming Dynasty) to talk about unavoidable newness in painting, stylistically speaking.

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Incredible Six-Legged Steer

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8″ x 9″
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Before exit 70 on the interstate that runs the length of Kansas there is a series of signs tempting one to pull off and admire the “incredible six-legged steer.” I just came across some notes I had drawn while driving (I know) and worked them up into more developed drawings. Maybe interesting for those who follow the Wastrels saga on this page, clearly the genesis of the eight-leg deer . . .

The next few drawings are of related oddities of beast at the same exit.

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Wastrels Enshrined Within the Thoughts of an Eight-Leg Deer

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11″ x 14″

For the last couple years I’ve had the pleasure of participating in a long and rich conversation with one of my favorite English painters, Timothy Hyman; we will publish an edited version soon in Trickhouse.  One of his paintings that came up in the conversation is I Open My Heart to Reveal London Enshrined Within, which I love so much, and I ripped off part of the title for this drawing.  I’ll continue to loot his work, as one does, with the hope of absorbing some of his innocence.

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Bookoo and the Breach of Trust

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5 1/2″ x 9″

Not the first time I’ve indulged a crackpot understanding of linguistics this year on the Workaday page. Bookoo’s lingering in the mirror stage.

“Writings scatter to the winds blank checks in an insane charge. And were they not such flying leaves, there would be no purloined letters.” – Jacques Lacan

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There is a Cleaved Trailer Inside a Large Catfish

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11″ x 14″

The title pretty much says it.  One time I was walking on a country road near Water Valley, Mississippi and stopped to look into a creek that ran under the road.  Washed onto the bank was a refrigerator with its doors ripped off an a catfish skull the size of a cow head.

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Bumble Bee Crown King

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6″ x 12″

 

A little triptych, altarpiece maybe.  The title is from a road sign for two fancifully-named towns between Pheonix and Prescott, AZ.

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Buddha Head Triptych

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11″ x 30″

This is a triptych of Buddha Heads, all separate charcoal drawings (10″ x 11″ each, in real life they are on Rives BFK paper with a nice edge, though I cropped here for convenience). Three is the magic number.

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Middle America

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8″ x 28 1/2″

This is based on sketches I made while traveling east to west across the US a few years ago.  So many decorative objects.

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Golden Armadillo

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22″ x 24″

Whenever I drive from Miami to New Mexico I count the dead armadillos along the way. One time, seven. Another, eighteen. I’ve never seen an armadillo alive and sporting armor, so I was relieved to see this golden one snuggled up against a man in Natchez, Mississippi, which is not on my normal cross-country route but now holds a definite appeal. Plus, what a great word: Natchez. The man has his arm around the armadillo and reclines in the middle of Main Street in a proprietary way, a protective way, as if he knows armadillos are rarely alive after they’ve tried to cross a street somewhere. Or a super highway. I can’t imagine what it must be like to touch an armadillo’s back, which, they say, is leathery and rough with plates and grooves across it, preventing it from rolling up in a ball when threatened, as some might have heard. In fact, I can’t believe that The North American Nine-banded Armadillo tends to jump straight in the air when surprised, and consequently often collides with the undercarriage or fenders of passing vehicles. Crap. I’m glad this gold one has a friend. Plus, there’s a big eye looking down on Natchez now. That should definitely help.

–Maureen Seaton, June 15, 2011, Chimayó, NM (for Noah)


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Guardian of Our Mothers and Fathers’ Mothers and Fathers

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8″ x 10″

Also maybe titled “Scourged by Yellow Fever”, a line taken from my great great grandfather’s diary, written about his childhood during the Civil War in Mississippi. The tiny little coffin on the seat of the carriage, and so forth. Might need to see this in the enlargement, it’s a light-handed drawing.


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