Tom Hammick
But, of course any inside/outside combo is bound to offer up this narrative.
So when an Elk one early morning visits our host Turner Resor’s garden on the edge of Wilson Wyoming, and glides past the kitchen window as I am trying to find filters for the coffee machine, I am blown over by the sheer gaiting scale and majesty of this creature. It passes through in a hush, our respective worlds of sterile air-conditioned interior versus fecund intermingled chaos ( what Darwin called the tangled bank) in the natural world are starkly at odds, separated by glass and a sliding double glazed barrier. The experience of wonder and separateness immediately reminds me of Matisse’s painting. I know where I’d rather be, just like the boy being force-fed that book…. The experience filled my heart with 'rainbow, rainbow rainbow' to steal from Elizabeth Bishop in her poem The Fish. And I decided to try and make a woodcut about the experience - which was pretty foolish and ever so longwinded.