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We have new work in the gallery by artist David Dragon displayed in our living space rear gallery. Three works are about and inspired by different types of journeys. Below is the story behind each of these in David’s own words. Two are homages to celebrities of yesteryear, erstwhile stars of the silver screen and music legends.
Waiting at a railroad crossing, watching a freight train getting on for a mile long roll through, I had a cinematic moment. You know in a film when the camera tracks back from a close-up and just keeps on going, up and up until the action is viewed from way above the Earth, that’s how it felt.
Then the train passed by, I took my foot off the brake and the moment was gone. But it’s at times like these that I know what keeps me coming back: to be lost in the vast emptiness of the West.
At journeys end I drove to the rental return and as requested, left the keys in the ignition as the attendant checked the milage and entered the details into her hand-held computer. The engine pinged as it began to cool. Checking that I’d left nothing behind, I took my bag from the trunk and walked away, with four thousand miles of highway left behind in the rear view.
The night was warm, a light breeze blowing from the south as I walked outside. In the east, the light was breaking through on the horizon, the first flight of the morning already in the sky.
Each day. the girl would cross the desert to fetch water from the well. After filling the plastic containers, she would loop a rope through the handles, tying them securely together before slinging them over the kneeling camel’s back. Then she too would take her place, and using her hands and knees to cajole the imperious, bad tempered beast to its feet, would make the four-mile journey back across the white heat of the sand to the village for her waiting family.