“Hella” Monoprint, Akua Ink on rag paper.
“Hella’s Song: Wells of Night I” Monoprint, Akua Ink on rag paper.
“Hella’s Song: Wells of Night II: Unquiet, and Light”. Monoprint, Akua Ink on rag paper.
Monoprints, Akua Ink on rag paper.
“Hella’s Song: Wells of Night” poetic series.
Watercolor, pen and ink, on rag paper.
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A wolf named Denali, in Alaska. He was, and I hope still is, the “alpha”male of a pack of wolves in Anchorage. This wolfpack was saved by people who fought for them to live. The entire adult pack had been massacred by an inhumane, sanctioned hunt. Call it what it is…cold-blooded murder. They would have murdered the wolf-cubs in the the den, if it had not been for the humane humans at the Anchorage Zoo. This zoo is a sanctuary for injured animals who can heal, but cannot survive again in the wild. These wolves were all neutered and spayed to save their lives. They are the last of their Pack. Let that sink in. Their unique, beautiful song will die with them. Maybe even their own local dialect.
This pack have been ambassadors for their kind, through educational programs for the public, to eradicate the disinformation demonizing wolves, and other apex predators; as well as educating the public, through this pack’s story, of the inhumanity inflicted upon them out of hubris, ignorance, greed, and unfounded hate.
Love the Earth. Love each other. Bow to the Earth in gratitude for the life sustainance she gives us. Bow to our Brothers and Sisters in the wild for the balance they keep. Life is beautiful. Protect the Earth and one another.
Where the light falls on the path in the dark wood, in the quiet of the night, in the hush of morning- is where we remember we are kin with night and light, shadow and the dawn. Looking up, see the ancient rune… to continue see Patreon link:
The spectacular Cliffs of Moher are in County Clare, Ireland, and are part of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way. This was an amazing day on my last journey there in 2018. Mists descended while our boat toured the base of Moher. The cliffs disappeard behind the misty veil. The water was otherworldly quiet. Often, you cannot get so close, because the sea is wild. We were able to get only yards away from the lone stack, that broke off from the cliffs probably during the ice age (must check my facts on the “when”- next post). This is a continuing exploration of the experience of liminal space. Earth and water, and mist…sky and sea… for more, please click the link below.
Monotype on Rives BFK rag paper. ©Frances E. Trainor 2022
In these uncertain times, some things are clear. Wolves restore balance to our forests. They restore the balance from the bottom of the food chain all the way to the top for their fellow apex predators. I am creating these for the wolves who are protected, and for those who have not escaped human cruelty… for more, please click Patreon link below.
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Acrylic on canvas.
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