With no concrete imagery in mind the diptychs began as a series of colour abstractions with superimposed drawing and accidental marks that stumbled my way. (I had just read the working poor in Georgian England paid exorbitant rent on natural daylight. If the rent was in arrears their windows were bricked in by the landlords).
This drew me to the inexorable subtext of the tension between Light and Dark. We aim for the Light but Light can shimmer as mirage, casting Doubt. Tears, cracks, and pebbles let in light, paradoxically forming implacable walls. Are the nets an elusive protection or are they floating above terra firm awaiting for something else to happen?
The Bellevue Gallery
Acrylics and graphite on wood
24 inches tall by 48 inches wide