in my world, the hero narrative is kind of a ‘thing’ lately. i am actively exploring/integrating/reinterpreting the hero mythos and Jungian archetypes, their meaning to myself, and how their significance has shifted as we progress(?) as a race.
originally, this was not my conscious intent. but the quest found me when i decided to undertake the series of paintings of which this is the first piece.
yes, i am riding a moth and his name is Sinclair. i remember this type of moth from when i was a child. it’s a cute moth. we are not likely heroes. but all the true heroes are unlikely. if victory was assured, there’d be no story.