"Third Contact - ark"

18" x 36", Oil on Linen

$2,500

 

Deep, deep inland now, and the vessel - previously so ominous, seemingly omnipotent - now sits beached, bleached, abandoned.  

Bones lie in a long-dry riverbed; truth is laid bare.  

Not landing craft for invasion, but an ark that once carried the promise of new life, contained a surfeit of riches in its hold.  

What happened to those riches?  Consumed, internalised, normalised?  

Repurposed?  

What fate awaits an idol stripped of meaning, besides a covenant of crows?

And what of this man - has he stumbled here unwittingly, happening upon the denuded carcass by chance?  Or was it by design, with a mind to design his own ark, based on its design? Does his briefcase contain a blueprint for restoration, or the instruments to instigate the autopsy of a dream?