De Kooning once famously said “Flesh is the reason oil paint was invented.” For him flesh mainly meant the skin, but for me it cuts all the way down to the bones.
Perhaps with an inherent sculptural mentality, I shape and arrange the paint, not to exactly mimic, but move along the brink of representation.
This seemingly chaotic and obscure puddle is just a few strokes from becoming something recognisable and alive.
The substance of paint, with its flesh potential, is moulded to find a spark, and capture the potency of life.
Red on White
Oil on Canvas
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