52" x 32"
Oil on Canvas
This painting represents my early musings on "grid-work" as a metaphor for the work of human hands.
It's inspired by 4 questions...
Some of my wildly incomplete responses to these questions are represented here in this painting, and despite their simplicity, something raw has been captured in this scene.
The meandering flight patterns of a butterfly seem to operate outside of any value for effeiciency or geometry.
A lumbering net misses its target... and freedom for the would-be specimen is retained.
The cross-hatched pattern of the plastic paneling which filters the buzzing flouresent light in my painting studio is utterly unable to manipulate raw daylight when I hold it up to the sun. And so it should be.
And... nevertheless... I've come to believe our grids don't always restrict the beauty or flow we crave, but in some instances, become carriers of it. Sheet music lines, ranks of block in a cathedral wall, the pages of a novel, a soccer pitch, my friends' garden... these all employ gridwork to host the good stuff... even life itself.
For further reflections on grid-work, take a look at "Integrate", "Above the Grid", and "Tree of Life".