24″ x 30″ Acrylic on canvas.
I’m finding that my fascination with patterns in broken pavement, walls of razed buildings, stucco and peeling paint, radiographs, high altitude photos of the earth, cartography, tree bark– has been converging in my recent paintings into a new direction. As though I’d been led–from the time I began assembling discarded fragments and trash on a table in the Ox–to my most recent paintings (say, from #958 and 959)–to the making of images, not raw abstractions, but drawn from life, one step beyond the horizon of understanding, of where we able to name what it is we are seeing. This is why I’ve been labeling them, ‘conceptual,’ because they are about something… just that we can’t name what it is.
Many of my earlier pieces have a place in this line. Ones that don’t, and are less than satisfying to me, I’ve been painting over. The painting below is a paint-over of #612–a paining that was almost there… but not enough
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