Oil painting: Grids of Becoming (18 x 24)
It feels like ‘Life on the Other Side’ in the other mode; it’s half map, half dream. The black stars behind would look as if one were gazing out into space or gazing really deep in one’s subconscious. Over this there’s an open organization in squares, little like framing or a shattered pane, evoking both containment and passage. The threads of light and soft pink and purples along the lines warm it with life, something between the twist of some vital thing trying to grow, or break out. It folds time- holding that split second in transition, where order will flick into disorder or where something spiritual will come into form. It’s a still mysterious full-on motion with the force compelling one to stop in order to wonder what is just beyond that frame.
