(Un)comfortable silences
(Un)comfortable silences
If you can float, you survive. 2014. Oil on canvas. 30 x 42 inches
I could not have a name for myself. 2013. Oil on canvas. 30 x 42 inches
Another Next Beyond. 2015. Oil on canvas. 30 x 42 inches
Prologue: Flutter I. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches
Prologue: Flutter II. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches
Prologue: Flutter II. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 12 x 17 inches
Untitled. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches
Train to Karachi, not arriving. 2013. Oil on canvas. 18 x 24 inches
Untitled. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches.
It's best to let your pet in for the night. 2013. Oil and paper on canvas. 30 x 42 inches
It's best to let your pet in for the night (detail)
Phosphenes. 2015. Oil on Canvas. 30 x 42 inches
Untitled. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches
Untitled. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches.
Untitled. 2013. Archival inkjet print. 13 x 19 inches
βThe world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue. For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.β - Rebecca Solnit