Suspension

This series began as an interruption. I was working on something else when the drops fell, large, decisive, uninvited. They landed across the tiled boards immediately did some the rest of the painting hadn’t: they moved. Or seemed to. White on black, lime on shadow, they hovered aboute the grid like bubbles caught mid-rise, neither belonging to the surface nor quite separate from it.

I liked them right away, the negotiation between what I planned and what happened, between the gridded substrate built slowly underneath and the gestures that arrived all at once. The tiles want to organize. The drops refuse. They drift across seams, ignore the edges, pool where they want to pool. They don’t behave.

I’ve stopped trying to resolve the argument. The accident knew something I didn’t, and the questioning is part of how a painting earns its place. Each piece is a held breath. a moment when somethig fell, and I decided to let it stay.

What fell, What stayed acrylic on Yupo 20 × 16”

Accidents acrylic on Yupo 20 × 16”