2020
Passion and Pretense, Group Exhibition curated by Ted Fullerton
A never-ending infatuation with paint, 2020
Size: 40” x 40”
Acrylic, oil, graphite on birch panel
The seductive nature of paint has held me hostage for too numerous of years to even attempt to record. Holding it gingerly within your fingers, you can feel the subtle shifting of the creamy texture within the slightest pressure. Enticing it, oozing it out, pushing it forward, bending it to your will as it sits lusciously at the ready. Mixing deliciously intoxicating powdered pigments, stir, scrape, push, press in luscious oils until smooth and thick, wetting the palette the aroma ultimately captures my senses. I crave the lusciousness of the dance, the quick and easy, savouring the rhythm, a flicker, a swoosh, thick, thin, swaying, an eruption of emotive marks and moves that can only be described as an organismic physicality of the senses an eruption from my core. I exhale, smiling as I paint, acknowledging my obsession and the necessity of doing this over and over again. ‘It is my bliss’ as Joseph Campbell would say.
Size: 40” x 40”
Acrylic, oil, graphite on birch panel
The seductive nature of paint has held me hostage for too numerous of years to even attempt to record. Holding it gingerly within your fingers, you can feel the subtle shifting of the creamy texture within the slightest pressure. Enticing it, oozing it out, pushing it forward, bending it to your will as it sits lusciously at the ready. Mixing deliciously intoxicating powdered pigments, stir, scrape, push, press in luscious oils until smooth and thick, wetting the palette the aroma ultimately captures my senses. I crave the lusciousness of the dance, the quick and easy, savouring the rhythm, a flicker, a swoosh, thick, thin, swaying, an eruption of emotive marks and moves that can only be described as an organismic physicality of the senses an eruption from my core. I exhale, smiling as I paint, acknowledging my obsession and the necessity of doing this over and over again. ‘It is my bliss’ as Joseph Campbell would say.