painting #150

2022

acrylic. mixed

on 40″x60″ canvas

The Jankowski Collection, S.I., New York

circles because

fear.

fear of skies at beaches and

open and endless spaces.

smells like death

and the circle

is its orange.

geometry calls upon safety.

amorphousness sits comfortable amid chaos and mind.

u can see the circles above and beneath the pant. it was once the star of the show reigning in hyper rigidity but now is my past. its still there, as is my rotting roots.. but i have paint and mind now. somedays thunder of thor and that’s mine too. it’s something GOD gave me and never asks for back. it lays on top and makes false senses of security secondary in its nameless coagulation of non shape and time.