I can’t believe I failed to mention the birthday of Elvis Presley, who would have turned 75 a few days back. It’s not that I was the hugest of Elvis fans although I was an admirer of many of his songs and performances and recognized the attraction his talent had for many. It’s just that in death he has become this cultural phenomenon, an icon that has taken on almost mythic and mystical qualities for his ardent fans.
That’s kind of what I saw when I painted this small piece a few years back. It’s called Elvis in the Wilderness which recalls Moses‘ exile to the wilderness. I may do a follow-up where Elvis leads the exodus from Eygpt.
Or maybe Elvis healing lepers. Or perhaps traveling through time, battling various injustices throughout history. Elvis in hand to hand combat with the tag team of Hitler and Mussolini. Elvis at Valley Forge.
TCB, baby. Just like the 3 letters on his huge belt buckle indicate. Taking care of business.
It could be anything, anywhere. That’s the beauty of Elvis as a mythic character, a superhero. He fits easily into any time and setting with the powers imbued on him by his fans and as a result, never really dies.
Here’s a performance that I really love if only for the iconic stance in his white suit before the huge ELVIS sign. Great visual.
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