Scott Musgrove unearths previously undiscovered animals through a dedicated and scientifically un-approved practice of zoological impressionism. A lonestar in the field, he ventures where the graymaned, khaki- clad, anthropologists with ivory walking sticks have not -- tunneling beneath freeways and ditch-combing along the rough borders of American mini-malls, in search of undiscovered and, up to this point, at least, extinct animals.
The Late Fauna of Early North America features lush, highly detailed landscapes and up-close encounters with all manner of strange and beautiful creatures. Full color reproductions of his paintings abound, including unique antique frames, custom gold engraved nameplates, carved wooden sculptures, watercolors, ink drawings, and pencil renderings from the field.
Scott's unorthodox research methods combined with his unmatched facility with paint and color result in a fascinating survey of what might have been in North America, if not for the invasion of pernicious settlers. Scott restores these beasts to life in his studio, stretching and stapling carpet scraps across ribs and skulls. With the help of a glue gun and a needle and thread, Scott sews and sculpts until the Harry Brook Trout or the Dwarf Basket Horse is finally staring back at him. Then and only then, does Scott attempt to paint them back into their pristine, natural environment. Scott brings these wild idols, relics and bio-wonders back to life and legitimacy in this handsome volume. Scott's unique, beautifully- crafted art adds a unique vision to the lowbrow art movement. 7 1/2" x 10", hardcover, full color.
I never intended to discover numerous heretofore unidentified animal species and, thereby, turn the scientific community on its ear. These discoveries, and my theories of how they came to be, have won me few friends and many enemies among experts in the fields of History, Biology, Zoology and the Culinary Arts.…I don’t have many friends in Mathematics either. When one reports honestly from the front lines of Evolutionary Biology, one should be prepared to ruffle a few feathers.
In challenging beloved scientific assumptions and throwing a Rhesus monkey wrench into the grinding machinery of the status quo, I have sparked a powder keg of reflexive anger from legions of zoological theorists whose scientific essays and thesis papers now appear, if not merely wide of the mark, patently absurd in the revelatory glare of my newly introduced fauna. They can no better account for the Salvelinus Fontinalis Hirsutus (Hairy Brook Trout) than they can the Elliptical Equine, or any of my newly discovered animal species lodged so high in the tree of life. No matter what your local zookeeper says, these are no mere evolutionary weeds – they are leaves on the Tree of life (Life Tree Leaves) that, sadly, have fallen before their time in the cruel summer of our fertile planet.
I am Scott Musgrove. I read these tree leaves.