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A plastic exercise using up remnants of paint from larger projects (a recurring discipline); begun in 2020 worked separately with no resolution in site, I placed them side by side one day and realized that I hadn’t been able to go further, because they were done—a single work. It’s amazing what you can see when the chaos subsides. 

Recalling my 2018 trip to France and a long overdue visit with one of my dearest friends and incorporating an unfinished sketchbook drawing.

A whimsical plastic exercise using up remnants of paint from larger projects (a recurring discipline) that reminded me of the succulent and often amusing orgies of color and texture found in both the production design of the cult classic film, Flash Gordon, and the ceramic works of Ken Price.

Forget Jack. Above the clouds of toxic rain, Katie built anew, beautifully.

Begun with dire thoughts, I was reminded of resilience with the balanced and correct application of power.

I worry for the world, and all the splendid creatures in it.

Mere studies of paint to catch the excess left by other projects, turned whimsy.  

What began as a technical exercise took the brunt of a trauma, my I-stripe rooted in mountains turned smoke, and ash, when fluidly, perfectly, a friend, silver to gold fitting snug at my back, there to lean in; the ash washed away, strong, delicate bands of unity and continuity brightened, and the mountains redrawn, stronger. He, in the end, disingenuous. The mountains stand.