So where does Anubis live? Does he favor any particular place, to come back to? Does he have any place where he rests, sleeps or party? Nobody knows the truth, but I can bet His house is NOT in the village, as Frost wrote. It’d rather be woods.
When my Father died, in 2001, I was wondering of how to survive the unbearable pain of losing him. Where is he now? I was asking myself this question and the answer was right in front of my eyes – it was a piece of woven fabric, hanging on the kitchen wall. It had a hunting motive – a dear, plus some dear ladies, surrounded by woods and mountains, with the wooden house on the rock, above the lake. And then I understood. My Father was there, sitting at the chimney, cooking soup, reading books, enjoying himself, as always in nature. It felt better to know.
So here is this picture. A dear on canvas – how contemporary! Dear looks at us, chewing. In a perspective, on the hill: a house of Anubis. There he is, raising a toast with a glass of an excellent red wine, to my Father and the others. Cheers to you, all!