One of three works in the series What is this all about, which forms part of the collection Unsteady as we goOils and cold wax on canva...
These elementary questions prove ever the more difficult amidst the growing complexities of the modern world. How should we secure ourselves in this ever-changing tide? Do we look for meaning in everything we experience, accepting the highs and lows all as part of the full human experience? Or do we simply enjoy the good and survive the bad because in the end, everything passes? Perhaps peace lies in accepting these questions, this inner turmoil, as a constant, predictable state. After all, is it not this very ability to respond to life not just instinctively but with both reason and emotion that marks us as human?
The Unsteady as we go collection of 18 works is the result of an immersive engagement with these questions. In surrendering to the depth of emotion they evoke, the artist provided space for colours, tones, lines and forms to interact of their own accord in the first layers of the paintings. This intuitive process of creating was followed by a more controlled, considered drawing together and balancing of elements. Now, suggestions of depth contrast with superficial mark-making, while pools of rest contrast with bursts of bold energy. Ultimately, the viewer is invited to appreciate the balance that exists amidst the chaos, making their own meaning as they do so.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their.