When I was very young, my father and I toured the Bowdoin, an early sailing arctic exploration schooner. The handrail down the main gangway was a narwhal tusk. That tusk made an impression on me that stuck.
When I began selling my work at DIY shows last year I was again exposed to the wonder of narwhals in the artwork of Sally Harless. (Actually I first saw her work at IndyFringe.) I purchased a mug and it’s been in my studio inspiring more narwhals.
This weekend I constructed a family of narwhals. Here ’tis.