During Christmas last year, my uncle came in through the front door of my parents house and yelled out for my dad to come help him hang the moose he’d just got. I immediately knew I had to go take photos of this process. My uncle and father worked alongside each other throughout all of my childhood. Standing in my uncle’s shed, watching them unload the moose from the dump of the truck and hang it from the ceiling of the shed, I felt like the little girl who wandered into the fish stages and sheds where the men were working or where they sat on junks of wood and coolers talking. My uncle would often take out his wallet and give me money and then I’d wander elsewhere. I was raised in places like this shed. I wonder who I would be if I didn’t have a whole community helping shape me.
As I write this, the softness of this painting begins to make sense, the pastels and bright colours, almost as if I’m seeing it with my eight-year-old eyes. A little girl watching her father and father-figures work, listening to the way they said things with movements and gestures, like the way my uncle would bring my dad the heart of the moose, as if saying thank you.
Quartered
36×48”
oil on canvas
2025
If you’d like to make an appointment to view this painting in person or discuss purchasing and shipping, please email us at hello@sabrinapinksen.com.
During Christmas last year, my uncle came in through the front door of my parents house and yelled out for my dad to come help him hang the moose he’d just got. I immediately knew I had to go take photos of this process. My uncle and father worked alongside each other throughout all of my childhood. Standing in my uncle’s shed, watching them unload the moose from the dump of the truck and hang it from the ceiling of the shed, I felt like the little girl who wandered into the fish stages and sheds where the men were working or where they sat on junks of wood and coolers talking. My uncle would often take out his wallet and give me money and then I’d wander elsewhere. I was raised in places like this shed. I wonder who I would be if I didn’t have a whole community helping shape me.
As I write this, the softness of this painting begins to make sense, the pastels and bright colours, almost as if I’m seeing it with my eight-year-old eyes. A little girl watching her father and father-figures work, listening to the way they said things with movements and gestures, like the way my uncle would bring my dad the heart of the moose, as if saying thank you.
Quartered
36×48”
oil on canvas
2025
If you’d like to make an appointment to view this painting in person or discuss purchasing and shipping, please email us at hello@sabrinapinksen.com.
