The Soul of the Wolf Cries (L'âme du loup pleure)
As artist-in-residence, I never felt more mindful of the movements of wild animals: eating the spring earth, drinking the rain and river, migrating, hunting, fleeing, romping, swimming, and shaking the fur coat of winter in the warming spring sun. Feeling like a voyeur called to mind the responsibility of the delicate stewardship we all have in interacting with this ecosystem. I realized all of the place names that I found on the old USGS maps in the East Fork cabin are symbolic of our interventions here. I wove the names into this painting, along with the drawings reminiscent of animal movements, and a wolf — the one creature that I did not see during my stay. The title is a line from an old French song that I love.
— Deborah Bouchette
Visual artist Deborah Bouchette is exploring philosophy as a parallel to art and art as a parallax for philosophy while she pursues her PhD at the Institute for Doctoral Studies in the Visual Arts (Portland, Maine). Visit her website.
Last updated: March 29, 2017