MANIFESTI
I have chosen what I believe to be, a new path in what is painting.
A crossbreed of such. The color-field and the concrete.
But what is this dimensional reality that grinds these
titles into my works? I do not have that answer.
My paintings do not know the answers, they only have questions.
Their questions often behave like answers.
To life, one can only know the depths of a poly-dimensional color.
The pigment behaves in its ever-chaotic ways.
It tortures and beckons those of us listening,
to simply stop and admire. The struggle
is between the artist and the materials.
Do you decide to allow color to help you, or hinder you?
Can that be a question? Can a painting, be simply…a question?
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The color acts as the spirit of an entity,
which is the painting.
The wood filler acts as the body of this entity.