Southernmost Hostel in the World
acrylic and ink on canvas
I think of this painting as a weaving, because it is made of disparate strands and motifs from diverse cultures knotted together. If the work sends any message, it is one of conservation: let us remember the old teaching stories, the beauty and wisdom of ancient cultures, the fragility of civilization’s veneer. And let us treasure our own Private civilizations, our personal ancestors whose legacies live on in us, for better or worse.
© Fran Bull