"Ethereals" ON CANVAS and BOARD
This series took a lot of physical work as each time I put down a layer of paint and marks, I eroded bits of it with sandpaper and scratched zig zag marks with razor blades...
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All artwork shown is for sale. Call to make an appointment for a studio tour.
All artwork shown is for sale. Call to make an appointment for a studio tour.
"Cycles" 20x20-inch acrylic on board
$650
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"Violet Senses" 20x20-inch acrylic on board
$650
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"Many Moons" 22x38-inches, acrylic on board
$950
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"Potential" 30x30-inches, acrylic on board
$950
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"Circles of Life", 40 x 60 inches
$3,000
"Maxwell's Silver Hammer" 48 x 72 inches
$3,300
I created the Ethereal series while I was recovering from a car accident. This series took a lot of physical work as each time I put down a layer of paint and marks, I eroded bits of it with sandpaper and scratched zig zag marks with razor blades. Painting theses pieces helped me reconnect with physics and mathematics by painting all the cycles in life from tiny electrons, to the different life stages , to celestial cycles. While doing these pieces I felt connected to the beginning of time and followed my own thread of existence back to where I was at that point in time. I used art to reconnect with time and math.
Looking back today, I'm pretty sure I was physically doing to each painting what it felt like to be me. It felt like I was a stack of paper thin layers of my original self stuck together with bits of tape, torn and fluttering. All the years and experiences of my life remained, but each new day didn't quite stick. It felt like I was walking through a razor blades forests with sandpaper winds blowing all around me.
Looking back today, I'm pretty sure I was physically doing to each painting what it felt like to be me. It felt like I was a stack of paper thin layers of my original self stuck together with bits of tape, torn and fluttering. All the years and experiences of my life remained, but each new day didn't quite stick. It felt like I was walking through a razor blades forests with sandpaper winds blowing all around me.