Art
is an energy source that helps make change possible.
— Jerry Saltz
Lately, I've become fascinated
by the notion of concrete space. A space that is at once empty and
full, where a soul might find peace uncrowded by wars, words, and
the opinions of others.
Here's another oxymoron: We tend to think of our bodies as solid things,
but what are we other than energy? And what does that energy—that
concrete space that is both here and not here—look like, feel
like?
My current art practice involves the attempt to give form to that
which lies beyond the five senses; to give voice to something unspoken
but very real. Emily
Dickinson called hope "the things with feathers that perches
in the soul."
I'm
painting the feathers.
