The Dark Knight

This bat leapt out of my mind a few years ago. Unfortunately it landed on a bit of scrap wood that I had liberated from the back of the store room at a former place of employment. I've always really liked bats. They are furry and clever and can fly. What's not to like?

This painting was born out of the mental circuitous reasoning that if bats use sound to see, then they are like conductors of colors. Here the bat's wings take on the pose of an ancient maestro. And in the night, colors float on the air like notes.