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“…I have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the eternal flux.
What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rootstock remains.” Carl Gustav Jung
This series is an exploration of that something that "endures underneath the eternal flux". They are begun without a preconceived notion of the results. They are sometimes inspired by memory of a place or event.
I attempt to quiet the internal chatter and let the developing image speak to me. The process is a visual dance between the painting and myself. I make a move
which the painting responds to. It's response initiates my next move.
On those glorious days when the push and pull of wet pigment across the page work with seemingly effortless precision,
the image reveals the glimpses of something greater than myself. I feel that I am not its creator,
but rather its facilitator.
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