Handmade oil paint on canvas
W120cm x H150cm
The moon has always told the story of our origin , the form of our world and the first chapter of our curiosity of our place in the order of things. There is nothing like it and something profound in it’s fleeting appearances between clouds. it possesses unexpected brightness and the purity and otherness of the shadows it casts , the pull it exerts, the waxing and waning we feel in our core, our physical selves and in Nature. Moon shadow seeks to conjure this in Indigo one of our earliest pigments associated with emotion, fragility essential expression and itself the seed, season growth harvest and human interaction that, through Art, gives Nature our voice. I’m interested in the moment light folds and unfolds , the stillness, the brief revelation of clarity before it is again obscured. There is a stillness, a gap, a moment . The light gets in, it brings hope in an instant that we have always known but that never repeats itself.