It’s Not a Phase (2011)

oil on canvas, 66″ x 32″
In my version of Little Red Riding Hood, both the young woman and the wolf reject their prescribed roles in the tale and merge into one entity. Perhaps the Little Red Wolf is a fey creature—a wily, hungry huntress of the forest who would just as soon as catch and eat you as slyly watch you from the shadows. Perhaps she is the vengeful spirit manifestation of all wolves and girls caught and killed to satisfy the lust of Man. Or perhaps she is a benevolent being and guides the lost and weary traveler through the dark wood. You will never know until you chance to meet her.
Private Collection