In An Organic Garden

In An Organic Garden

Pittura, Astratto informale, Acrilico, 122x122x3.8cm
In my “Abstract Stories” series, those atmospheric spaces became increasing bounded by spontaneously drawn shapes. Painted in shades of ochre-tinted white –the color of bone-- the enclosed spaces began to take on shapes that suggested something as intimate and normally hidden as bone; organic shapes that suggest body parts unveiled here and there as though to tease a lover.
T.S. Eliot ends his poem with, ”Our lot crawls between dry bones to keep our metaphysics warm.”
I explore the interface between passion and the intellect, pulsing tissue and desiccated bone.
Our lot may be to crawl through our mortal span but, like the poet, we also sing.

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