I can never contemplate Adam and Eve and the tree of knowledge without Newton. Don’t we all gravitate towards the apple, the question, the why, in much the same way as we cling to earth. And what’s wrong with seeking our own truth?
We see empires rise and fall. We remember and uphold some remarkable men and women, great leaders of their time; fierce individuals. We forget the slave, the peasant, the worker, the men and women on whose backs all empires were built.
Our ancestors trekked through the vast emptiness of the land with ox wagons.
The island is a hand, like that of a hitch hiker’s with thumb leveled. This painting is a reminder that one should perhaps more often let go of the things that constrain us, in our movements, actions and thoughts.
Driven by an acute awareness of the definitive termination of his short stroll on the planet, and driven simultaneously by a restless thirst for power and control and a burning desire to explore
a moment of clarity, wherein all make sense as a coherent whole. Somewhere between free will and destiny, two forces battle for sovereignty. What we perceive as our reality is perhaps the dust kicked up by this eternal battle, beautifully tinted by the setting sun. Sometimes free will wins, sometimes destiny, but for the most part they’re inseparably intertwined in their fiery tango.
Size: 100 x 80cm | Oil on canvas This piece was painted during a particularly difficult year during which other avenues arrested my attention. Whenever I could escape into the studio for a few hours […]
This is the seventh and last canvas in the series. I had already been working on the other six for months while this one remained ominously blank. I left this one for last for two […]
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The human eye has a great time absorbing our beautiful world, day after day, from first light to dark. Almost without tire, the eye patiently follows lines, and shapes; it jumps from color to patch […]