The Art Work of
J. William Hill
36" w. x 60" h. x 1.5" d.
oil on canvas
A Haunting Reality
A Haunting Reality is a dire cry of alarm. This is the grim reminder of the downside of progress. In this age of remarkable new advances in science and technology: new medicines to prolong life, newer and faster means of travel that bring people from all parts of the world into immediate contact, bigger and larger houses, cities, nations ⎯ we have not learned to control our excess. My painting is meant to strike you as very beautiful and serene; the world of the exotic, the romantic; the world of the rainforest where macaws can be found screeching across a bright blue sky. The cool soothing colors of the forest help to relax the viewer. It is a peacefulness that not many of us enjoy in our chaotic lives.
But the real story behind this painting lies in those that live in the forest. Have you ever thought what it may be like to be “the Other”? “The Other”, the quaint term historians of art use to define those that are not part of the Great Western Canon. In this case it refers to the wild, untamed rainforest; both environ and inhabitants. is their view of us. A large metal disc as it roars across the sky. Shapes that gleam by day on the on the horizon and twinkle at night like bejeweled constellations in the heavens, more and more appear each passing year, slowly coming and devouring the forest. This is what they see as they sit among the branches and peer out at us from their homes that are rapidly being lost to destruction.
But what can we do? It is third world countries that are raping and destroying their land; young, poor countries that only want what we have shown them. They look at our progress and wealth and want the same. Can we blame them? What gives us the right to tell them don’t cut down your forest to make way for cattle farms, to build roads to the inland cities or oil refineries.
Yes, we call this progress.This will be the legacy we are leaving our children. It is a fact that if we devour the forest at the same rate or fathers did, by the end of the 21st century the only forests left to see will be housed in great museums ¾ along with all the dead paintings.