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In the realm of shadow’s whisper, Dances a cipher unclad, Drifting in seas of never-was, Speaking in tongues of the void unbound.
It steps in silence, vast and deep, A lexicon, scribed in air, Through labyrinths, undefined they creep, Unseen tapestries, woven bare.
Dreams half-caught, in twilight’s breath, Echoes dance in styles unknown, Breathing truths, enigmatic, deft, A nomad builds in realms unshown.
A shadow, born of absent light, Treads a path, unseen, unswayed, A language lost, in eternal night, An artist, brushless, unafraid.
In silence, a symphony unplayed, On Plato's wall, mere shadows sway, A mirage, in formless deserts made, Fireflies dance, then fade away.
And in this cryptic, endless land, I am the whisper of dawn, heralding day.
This series is a meditation on the perception of nature through the lens of technology. The thin veil of paint composing these works suggests representation as an image or appearance over what would otherwise be a direct, tactile and material relation. This in turn emphasizes a distinct sense of distance from the thing seen and the seer. What is more, the primacy of the image is complicated through compositional considerations in the removal of depth or perspective. The primacy of immediacy. The image is ubiquitous and of low resolution. The formation of the abrasive grid-like pattern emerges in the latter phase by dragging a squeegee over all distinctions. Everything is equal.