White Antelope

There are various phrases that jangle insistently in my head and make a weird little space around themselves. They go away for awhile, and then show up again. I sort of assume that some day I will find myself in a strange dreamworld—possibly that’s what happens when you die, I don’t know, or I will accidentally fall into a fairy mound while chasing an interesting bird—and these phrases will turn out to be critically important to my survival. (The alternative is that I’m mildly insane.)

One of the most persistent of these is “Antelope women are not to be trusted.”

9 x 12, mixed media on collage paper. Prints available, original for sale at the time of this writing, etc, at Red Wombat Studio: [link]