by Aaron Paquette
For everyone else, I'll explain a little bit.
The nights are long - and dark. The day is short and when there is cloud cover, all the emptiness and all the snow is surreal. Across wind swept fields of snow fly the whisperings of despair. Against this we must keep a constant watch. The cold, the dark, the world asleep...there are dreams that we guard against or lose ourselves in them.
That is one aspect of the winter and these paintings are a totemic homage to the silent wisdom gained only during the internal battles of the white season.
We don the warpaint, the bright colours that will carry us through and we watch.
Warriors aren't there to fight, but to protect. To keep the sacred fire alive. We are all warriors.