Peter Woolf Barnato III

In this vivid and enigmatic portrait, Jaxon Northon renders Peter Woolf Barnato III standing alone in the surreal expanse of the American West, elegantly dressed in vintage Western attire, a quiet figure adrift in the waning warmth of twilight. Behind him, desert mountains blush with the final light of day while a pale moon begins to rise, ushering in the long, dark night. In one hand, Barnato clutches a delicate tumbler of whiskey—or perhaps something stronger—a stimulant, as the artist notes, to brace for what lies ahead. “The moon is rising to call the advancing long, dark night,” Northon writes, “and he faces it with a small, decorative tumbler of stimulant.” The figure’s expression is pensive, almost stricken, caught in that suspended moment between endurance and unraveling. A single magpie ascends in the distance, a fleeting companion from the desert floor. The symbolism is deliberate: “One for sorrow, two for joy…”, a nod to the old English rhyme that lends an eerie edge to the