A collection of tangles. Knotted debris entwined, aftermath of natures energies. Labyrinths of confusion defying reconciliation. Disregard for strident efforts at organization. Marriages of chaos wrapped up and captured by the capriciousness of fate. Messy and twisted. Summer’s bones. Shot in color, ink-jet printed in black and white. The paper drenched in water and let dry, then rephotographed. Images presented as points of departure. Catalysts for the paintings to come. It’s good to be back.
A conversation inspired by the anatomy of landscape. It’s the point of departure. The line between moments, a reconciliation of sorts. Not the thing its self, but a construct molded by the passage of time. Then finding words to name it.