IN THE ETHER
2017. Ink on paper, 168x165cm.
So now I have become a decorative drawing Sentimental scrolls
An organised surface in black and white And yet I just heard myself breathe
Is it really a drawing Is it really I.
(translated from French) Pierre Albert-Birot
Within this painting, and suggested with the accompany- ing poem, is a seed. Is the painting self aware of itself as arms of ink, reaching through real and imaginary spaces, hearing itself breathe for the first time? Or could this be seen as my subconcious exploring itself in a host object?