marauder, 24" x 24" oil paint, acrylic and graphite on canvas

for me, the act of painting is elusive. even more elusive than trying to formulate the presence of space: another absence made present through action. both acts are ambitious rushes, with blood, guts, and the promise of getting oneself lost. a painter is a quiet daredevil.

i am a marauder in the dark chasing a butterflies.


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