Collaboration with C.P. McDill

Here is a tablet, an ikon constructed from the flotsam of a hundred years, and looking yet as if it was the hundred years itself that constructed this thing without the agency of human intervention. An accretion of layers, like the sediment of time that holds ancient movement arrested in fossilization. Or like a house in a ghost town, populated by the hustle and bustle of the wind and the flora and fauna, each of which in their way metabolizes the memory of human hands and voices.

This is and isn't about a horse. The horse once was, and then its bones. And the bones were drawn, and then the bones were gone and all that remained were ink marks representing the bones. The ink portrayal is a fossil preserved in the amber surface of this ikon, and the horse is here in spirit just as a saint would be in a religious ikon.

Antiqued wood, weathered by many seasons outdoors, forms the backing structure for this mixed-media assemblage. Attached to this is a vintage coverboard, onto which is mounted a deeply-layered painting comprised of paper, varnish, and ink.