A downpour of inks and dyes besieged from the heavens as a helpless white canvas lie below. Rainbow puddles and circular splatters bare the impression that the force of the fluids left behind. In a broad sense, this piece is motion captured in color.

No single droplet is enough to stain or add intrigue, but in streams and squirts together they add up and decimate this sweeping canvas.

painted 2011
16" x 24"
sold
pen & ink

ARTIST RAMBLING

In order to sail forward we sometimes must step trek and meet in the middle. It is only then that we find it matters not what direction we navigate or from where we have traveled, but rather the promises we keep when voyaging onward into the unknown. Something like that.