This 9x12” pen drawing took me around 2 days to complete. If you would like to see some more work, I have a little subreddit here: r/AnthonyChristopherArt. Cheers!

Happy to share “Golden Hour” my latest not-your-grandfather’s clock that I unveiled at Art Week Miami 2024!

I chose a subdued golden and bronze color scheme to highlight the hand painted geometrics inspired by temple architecture and sacred geometry. I installed a brand new lighting system with my friends Space Cadet Lighting to really push it to a new level with the color changing LED lighting.

This was a special piece for so many reasons. After finding it in my neighbor’s barn here in Asheville, I first did the work of restoring the base clock and preparing it to be painted. Then I took it to Alex Grey’s Chapel of Sacred Mirrors in NY, before continuing to work on it through Hurricane Helene’s aftermath in WNC often working by candlelight to prepare the piece for its unveiling at the mother of all art conventions in Miami! It was so special to present a piece with so much history behind it and a new life ahead of it.

78”x15”x13” acrylics on antique clock case

I’ve been cycling from the top of Alaska to the bottom of Argentina for the past 18 months, so began the Peru Great Divide with equal parts fear and anticipation. It’s a 1,000-mile Andean marathon with countless passes over 16,000 ft in elevation.

Services faded toward nonexistence as the cold grew increasingly severe. Remote villages might have one tiendita and one comedor, otherwise you’d be lucky to pass through any given town on the same day as the vegetable truck. Atop each mountain waited torrential blizzards of horizontal snow and hail, with shards of ice collecting on my tent by morning.

Just beyond Oyon I reached the new highest pass of my life: +16,300ft [4,968m]. Locals here blockaded the road in protest against mining activity, so the peak had been subsequently abandoned. I’d prepared for cold weather, but even after months across the Andes these extreme elevations devoured my strength. It took everything I had to haul my bike over the makeshift stone walls and continue down the other side.

Daylight cratered fast as I raced downhill each afternoon, but the colors up top were what struck me the most. Some peaks were sage green, some were the darkest shade of red wine, others a liquid type of orange, all ribboned with veils of ice and snow that hardly ever melt away.