A package arrived at the studio…
Inside were some bits and pieces of foam…
and a bunch of old wooden fishing lures.
Mr. Morse as muse…
I started to pull them out for closer inspection
but the darned things bit me.
Figured I’d wait until it was time to play
so they sat boxed up for a few more months.
After a string of some serious painting
of fairly serious subjects
I was in need of levity and braved the hooked beasts.
What ensued was pure fantasy.
The academics have lately been revisiting a “genre” of art which goes back a bit,
(references to its origin are vague), which they define as “Magical Realism”.
I’m still not sure how I feel about the label, but these lures surely brought a bit of magic into my studio.
The wonderful blue flashlight was a find at the Chilmark Antiques Fair
and it has been waiting for a feature role.
Every bit of the rest of it just…appeared.