Description

Poison Arrow Frogs

By Marc Alexander from his ‘The Secret Forest’ exhibition. ‘Poison Arrow Frogs‘, archival paper prints in various sizes.

Archival Prints 

Many of Marc’s artworks are available as fine art digital prints. Professionally photographed and printed on large format inkjet printers, these prints are limited edition numbered bottom left and signed bottom right. The paper used is 320g Hahnemuhle archival watercolour paper. The process employs fade resistant, archival inks, which boast a 100+ year fade-proof guarantee.

The paper prints are sold plastic wrapped on an acid-free foamcore backing board. These prints are also available in varying sizes of canvas.

Poison Arrow Frogs

Poison arrow frogs are native to Central and South America. They are small, sometimes less than 1.5cm. Most are brightly coloured as a warning to predators of the toxicity. These amphibians are often called “dart frogs” due to the use of their toxic secretions to poison the tips of blow-darts. Adult frogs lay their eggs in moist places, including leaves, in plants, among exposed roots, and elsewhere. Once the eggs hatch, the adult piggybacks the tadpoles, one at a time, to suitable water, either a pool, or the water gathered in bromeliads or other plants. The tadpole stays there until they metamorphose, fed by unfertilised eggs laid at regular intervals by the mother.

The Secret Forest

I have always been interested in forestry, particularly its aspects of conservation and regeneration. The inspiration for this body of work stems from my love and gratitude toward God for His marvellous creation. I hope to share this appreciation with friends, family and my supporters, specifically drawing attention to the need to protect and care for our forest’s rich biodiversity and fragile ecosystems.

The Secret Forest is a paradise of my imaginings, an ideal and wondrous world, alive with many fascinating life forms. I often get lost in its wooded beauty, trailing shadowy pathways and streams, searching every nook and cranny amongst tangled root systems and moss-covered rocks just so that I can feast my eyes on its hidden treasures. This is a place where the feral imagination could easily envisage the likes of, elves and tree Ents. A place entirely unspoiled by mankind and the age of machines.