It’s around us. In us. Everywhere. A deluge of sound, language, movement. Chaos, endless and overwhelming. And yet, in that flood, we reach toward stillness as if by instinct. We move toward silence and light. Toward order, simplicity and balance. In the silence, calm lives. A reflection of our perfect need. In serenity, we reclaim ourselves.
I didn't set out to do the opposite of what other painters do. The work found it's own apartness, its own peace. My paintings draw from the powerful Asian aesthetic that lives in me, a striving for serenity in a world inundated by input; conscious acts of eliminating the unnecessary so the necessary may speak. It's said that my work seems to glow with inner light. That isn't accidental: Each piece grows from as many as 30 layers of transparent oil glazes that give the surface a muted luminosity and depth. In the deceptively limited palette--In the freeing choices of monochrome--we cast off the excuses of color and resist the urge to wrestle vibrancy onto the canvas. In doing so, we discover a muted thing that lives deeper in the soul. This principle of Shunyata; of dwelling in emptiness. To me, this quiet, immersive energy creates an anti-angst; a seductive, viceral breath. Within those still waters, shapes, circles and gestural graphite lines create a harmony of opposites that delivers us into an image without a beginning or end.I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy.