My Day of the Dead skeleton diver has his mask on, why I don’t really know – he doesn’t need it, but I figured it was like many a thing in our lives that we keep around even though we no longer need. There is some comfort in the familiar – even when the familiar is unnecessary. He is surrounded by seaweed and coral of many shapes and sizes. There is a large fish keeping him company and a school of much smaller fish in the background.
I once had a customer remark to me “I would have bought a print of your diver, but he doesn’t have an air tank on. That isn’t very realistic.”
Apparently, the fact that he was dead wasn’t a problem for this customer-in-waiting. The Diver, like much of my artwork, in fact like much of life – doesn’t make a lot of sense if you begin picking at it. The diver doesn’t wear a tank because he doesn’t need one, he wears goggles because he wants to – whether he needs them or not. I like him that way so I give him the leeway to make no sense at all and I am happier for it.