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After a few years of painting outside, in the woods, loose marks and strokes began to break apart the form. Why is that? Sitting still and looking long, in deep woods, does that. Colors and patches of light appear, pop out almost disembodied from the natural elements that produce them. Marks then translate onto the page in an exciting way. The marks, dabs, lines, dashes, take on a life of their own and the image becomes a confinement, wishing to be free. Between 1998-2000, I explored the pure lyrical form that the colors, light, and mark making suggested. I abandoned landscape and oil painting completely and created a hundred or so, small square paper collages made with painted abstract forms and cut out shapes. Sometimes sticking with a defined format gives rise to understanding. The primacy of bare bones structure in the painting, came to light.
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