Maws 1, Ink on paper, 9 x 12 inches.
Illustration; Ink on paper, 9 x 12 inches.
2018 - Ongoing

“There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker.”
︎ Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (1990)

Cynophobia, or the fear of dogs, comes from the Greek: κύων kýōn "dog" and φόβος phóbos "fear" (Source: Merriam-Webster). The Maws series blurs the line between dog and wolf, spurring the viewer to a state of discomfort. I am not afraid of dogs, but I am fascinated by these modern wolves we keep in our living rooms and take for walks.

We wonder if the mystery canids are in pain or are some disembodied monsters coming to consume us. They morph between reality and illusion, the line work referential of the scratches their claws might leave on a wooden floor.