Truth is beauty, beauty is contempt; it is what lies in the liminal spaces between perfection and imperfection, between chaos and order,between 0 and 1.


A line is the depiction of an object through time, it contains its evolution and the nature of it’s being. From the moment the empty space of a canvas is touched by a brush, to the moment it’s taken off the condition of its maker is captured within its movements and fluctuations.

A painting is a collection of objects interfering and reacting to each other to give us a picture of the condition of a system in a moment in time.


In the process of painting, preconceived notions of reality should be stripped down in our attempt at seeing. By forgetting who we are we become a hollow form, a vessel through which reality can be expressed truthfully.


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