OUT OF THIS WORLD
Two paintings sold, two different people, two days apart. A rare happening that will most likely only occur once in my life. Both paintings were placed side by side in my studio as I prepared to wrap and move them. The most important thing about this random pairing is that it allowed me to compare two worlds held apart by a decade.
How Markers Appear 69x77 oil on canvas
One is an earlier work, a painting kept drenched in wet paint as I chased the subject matter about, naming the items as I coaxed them into place. The other, more recent and taking years to finish, is mostly wet paint applied onto dry paint as gestural marks layered in short sentences to slowly tell a longer story.
The first one, “How Markers Appear,” is from a time when I was longing to be found. I sought to land on a plateau where I could experience a pause from internal restlessness. Up to that point, my journey had been riddled with breadcrumbs that had gone missing. The painting indicates how I had recognized something useful outside of myself. I had found clues to a place to experience an ounce of contentment.
We grew an acre of wheat and danced through the night with joy 74x66 oil on canvas
The second painting depicts a settling in, a quiet discovery that made we want to bust out in dance. The title “We Planted an Acre of Wheat and Celebrated Through The Night” indicates that I had found something for real, yet still exercised restraint. It expresses the wonderment of daily life, simplicity, and the exuberance of naming my true needs.
One painting coaxes out a possible remedy; The other tests one’s footing. I followed the markers and headed somewhere. Today, I have just now arrived somewhere.
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