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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.
Every painting in this body of work begins in a naturalistic manner, painstakingly depicting as much detail as the hand and eye permit. After considerable care and control is given to grasp a clear image, I then introduce the element of chance into the work by mechanically and unsentimentally passing over the painting with a massive brush, what could be likened to the technique of sfumato. The consequence is that of revealing the fragility of things while erasing everything but what is important.
This body of work spans a six year exploration between perspectivism and gestural painting. Semblance manifests from the distance of a fragmentary and often chaotic base, forming an either/or parallax.