About the artwork

I was sitting in silence in a hide at a lit water hole on a private conservancy in South Africa. There were no sounds except insects and I found myself drifting, fighting to stay awake. Quietly, out of the brush, a white rhinoceros approached. Gently and peacefully he came for a drink. 3 others joined him, all lining up in front of me. I could here the soft slurping of the water and watch it dribble from their mouths. I was in awe. it was magical! Then I noticed reflections from where their horns should have been. Fiberglass caps to prevent infection after dehorning, a procedure meant to discourage poaching. I began to wonder if this is the legacy we are leaving for future generations. Rhinos use their horns for display, communication, digging. We are altering their appearance and behavior to save them from the greed of man. Is this the only option? They each have horns in their reflections. A reminder of what could be.