Well, Shit Happens
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The Man behind the Waterfall.
Inspired by the musician William Fitzsimmons, made using only a fine-tipped black pen.
For this week’s Illustration Friday topic, “parable”, I went with a more well-known one and tweaked it some. I was searching for images of ugly animals to draw, when the Aye-aye caught my attention. I’m not sure I would call it ugly though, to be honest, compared to some of the others. One reason I keep doing these Illo Friday challenges is because they force me to research and learn things I may not have known too much about. Granted, a search on Google could never compare to a real, honest-to-goodness learning experience, and if I could fly to Madagascar right now and study the Aye-aye, you bet I would right now. What I did learn about this fascinating little lemur is that it is an endangered species. I also learned, unfortunately, that this virtually harmless critter is feared by the native peoples of Madagascar, who believe it is a demon who brings bad luck and death. For instance, some of the natives believe that it can use its elongated middle finger to drill a hole in it’s human victims and kill them. The truth however, is this elongated finger is used to pierce a hole in hollowed out trees, where it actively searches for and hunts grubs, its main source of food. Sadly, the natives who believe the Aye-aye is evil, will kill it to prevent danger from coming to their villages. Hopefully, someday soon, those who believe this harmless beast, who is also facing habitat destruction, will evolve in their thinking and realize the Aye-aye isn’t out to get them at all. It’s not a good situation to be in, being a victim of too much, as well as too little progress. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place! If I could invent my own parable, it would be “no superstition is a good superstition”.
*mixed media in A4 watercolor Moleskine, 9/2010
The White Rhino breaks from dense bush and starts towards the Sontuli Loop for a morning drink. Colour has nothing to do with it. The name “White” is a mis-pronunciation of “Wide”, given to differentiate it from its close cousin the “Black” Rhino. It is easy to spot the difference. The wide mouth an adaptation to eating short grass, while the Black Rhino with its short head, upright stance and narrow mouth confirms it as a leaf browser.
Even in mid winter the temperature in Hluhluwe is above 30 degrees Celsius and the grass is dry and brown and offers little nutrition. Water too is scarce now before the spring rains, but he will endure, evolution has given him all he needs to survive, a tough skin, sensitive hearing and keen sense of smell. For protection, a horn.
Tragic that natures gift is the undoing of the animal.
They killed two rhino not far from here this month. Border posts, fences and rangers don’t stop them anymore, they fly in with painted out helicopters, shoot them from the sky and chainsaw the horn off the bleeding animal and are gone in minutes, leaving it to die slowly. By the time the rangers react all they can do is put it out of its misery. It is big business you see, at $50,000 US a pound, they can afford the high tech.
The joke is there is nothing magical in the horn, it is made of Keratin, the same stuff in your fingernails and hair. Yet still even in this age the myths persist and backyard alchemists ply their trade, and the ignorant seek hope in a little bottle of grey dust.
We will not save the Rhino with game reserves and conservation, the only way we can ensure this endangered animal stays is for every one of us to wake up one morning and say –“I will not buy anything with rhino horn in it”
The tea that I drink in the 3:00 pm brake at work makes me very happy. I take this moment to look at all this marvelous work that you people post here!
Thanks for the everyday inspiration and relaxation moment.