30 × 25 × 4 cm (12 × 10 x 1.5 inches)
Acrylic on canvas.
Free shipping anywhere in the world.
This is part of the Passage series: I think there are moments when love can become almost overwhelming, not necessarily because anything dramatic is happening, but because the feeling itself seems to fill everything. A person, a place or a memory can suddenly become charged with more feeling than it seems possible to contain, and Passage Becomes Love is an attempt to explore what that intensity might look like.
The image is almost entirely magenta, pushed until the colour becomes visceral and physical, while within the silhouette there is something much more delicate — a flower, painted with a quietness that sits against all that saturated colour. I wanted that contrast between something almost overwhelming and something incredibly vulnerable, which brings to mind Louise Bourgeois and her explorations of love, attachment, tenderness and the body, and perhaps also Kristeva's writing around intimacy and the strange boundaries between what is inside us and what separates us from another person.
There is something of Malick and Tarkovsky in this too, in the way a small image or gesture can sometimes carry a feeling that seems much larger than itself, and I suppose I am trying to make something that comes close to that — to imagine what it might look like if the feeling we have for another person could somehow fill them from within.
I don't know if a painting can really contain something like that, but I wanted to try.
30 × 25 × 4 cm (12 × 10 x 1.5 inches)
Acrylic on canvas.
Free shipping anywhere in the world.
This is part of the Passage series: I think there are moments when love can become almost overwhelming, not necessarily because anything dramatic is happening, but because the feeling itself seems to fill everything. A person, a place or a memory can suddenly become charged with more feeling than it seems possible to contain, and Passage Becomes Love is an attempt to explore what that intensity might look like.
The image is almost entirely magenta, pushed until the colour becomes visceral and physical, while within the silhouette there is something much more delicate — a flower, painted with a quietness that sits against all that saturated colour. I wanted that contrast between something almost overwhelming and something incredibly vulnerable, which brings to mind Louise Bourgeois and her explorations of love, attachment, tenderness and the body, and perhaps also Kristeva's writing around intimacy and the strange boundaries between what is inside us and what separates us from another person.
There is something of Malick and Tarkovsky in this too, in the way a small image or gesture can sometimes carry a feeling that seems much larger than itself, and I suppose I am trying to make something that comes close to that — to imagine what it might look like if the feeling we have for another person could somehow fill them from within.
I don't know if a painting can really contain something like that, but I wanted to try.
