Ian Green: "The Stegosaurus, in its uphill
morning crawl, clanks a garbage-canned footstep in time with
the machine music of garbage truck mastications. Beyond the
humming sulphur streetlights, a sliver of waning moon touches
softly upon the rooftops and hill while the blue light of
morning spreads across the sky and down the slopes of South
line from Tom Waits kept playing in my head as I worked on
this..."the streets are turning
blue, the dogs are barking and the night is gone." It's that
breath of morning air and the promise of another day that
I want people to feel. That
it's all happening on the surface of an animal millions of
years extinct, only adds to the sense of gratitude I feel
in witnessing the dawn."
used oil-based enamel over primer for the painting and a slightly
bashed garbage can for the foreleg.