With Halloween on our doorstep, I decided to share why the visual motif of the skeleton has been appearing in my work. It’s not because I want to celebrate the macabre. In contrast, I’m fascinated with how, as we stare in the face of a skull we are forced to confront our mortality as finite humans. The 17th century Dutch still-life painters had this in mind when they employed skulls as a way to indicate the vanity of life. I’ve been studying the ancient wisdom book of Ecclesiastes, in which Qoheleth (teacher) advises that “it is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart” (7:2). In a similar fashion, my inclusion of bones exhorts the viewer to push through the blinding banalities that distract us from death, evoking an existential reflection of the reality we must all face. For me personally, it is also an invitation to ‘remember my Creator in the days of my youth’; the one who designed my skeletal frame is also the one who sustains my every breath. Ultimately, I believe death is just the threshold to my eternal home, so bones don’t creep me out 💀