“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar…” – Margaret Atwood, Eating Fire: Selected Poetry 1965-1995 This bold painting challenges us to simplify our objectives. The complex essence of sea and sky is set down as two distinct elements. We are immediately drawn to the line […]
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