One Year Walking
A year of ritual; where painting became prayer, and a saving grace from the obstruction and absurdity of the loud (mis)leading natures of our times. A return to silence and that paradox of truth/honesty; That when the highest value is placed in speaking, in knowing, in understanding what is true, the more illusive and difficult it becomes to hold on to. So a truth becomes a mere utterance, an utterance is reduced to a complication of words, a word to a syllable, a syllable to a sound, a sound that does not sound. The perfection of all things—unutterable.
Selections from one year walking. 2.75″ X 4.75″ Oil Painting on Birch
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