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.
SFUMATO AND THE CONTOURS OF PERCEPTION
I begin every painting grounded in naturalism, meticulously capturing detail through careful coordination between the hand and the eye. Yet, as the clarity of the image takes form, I introduce a transformative phase using an airbrush gun highly diluted with oils. This process, reminiscent of the sfumato technique, blurs contours into a fine atomized and dematerializing mist of ambiguity. Otherwise, I will use a large brush or a squeegee to further disrupt the photorealism. Lastly, a matte resin is used to create an additional layer of distance between the observer and the work, accentuating it’s obscured essence. This process emphasizes the fragility and ephemerality of our perceptions, leaving only the most essential elements of the image, and that of uncertainty, apparent.