Paint and canvas is the vessel of my journey. My voyage. My passage to the unknown. There be dragons here, at the end of the known world. So I would begin the naming of parts to save myself.
|Diagram E; Star Chart, oil stick on paper, 31x30|
My ticket is paid by attention, precision, accuracy in cartography; round surface bound to the flat plane; time spinning like a top on a moving surface; shifting weights tensing and flexing some invisible net and inching lines over fraction by fraction, whirling, repelling and fusing in strange alchemy.
Some times as I work and rework a painting matter becomes more and more immaterial and I think it will vanish in a puff of air and me with it, if I push out too far. Am I on land or sea, or floating, some thin gas, dissipating? The problem is quite simple, really; if I don't know where I am going, how will I know when I am there?
I have named it travel.
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