Over the river and through the woods…
A path traveled often does not necessarily make the journey boring.
We become comfortable with our paths. They become a friend; alive, a part of our tiny world. Across. Over. Through. Under. Up. Down.
We like to think we know how this story goes.
Red.
A Wolf.
A Grandmother.
A House.
Yet the story changes each journey. Each timeline, a path unto itself.
We may encounter setbacks, or hardship on our paths.
Sometimes the journey is a stroll.
Sometimes a run.
Other times, a whispering walk with a lantern, and fireflies to guide.
We may detour. Or discover a new path. Or make our own.
And yet we continue to travel it.
Why?
For necessity?
For comfort?
To eat?
…to eat?
A Werewolf in Red.
Artist statement
Over the river and through the woods...
Red
