Aubades

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artist's statement:

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Given at sunrise, under their window or at their door; partially made up of air.

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In 2020, through forces beyond any of our control, I found myself alone in a small apartment for an extended period of time. The Aubades were a return to painting after many years of working three dimensionally; At first motivated by the circumstances and limitations of time, space, and resources. 

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As the days passed, the Aubades grew in volume. One quickly turned to 37, then to 55, and eventually I lost count as my apartment became an installation of leaning floating colors.

 

This investigation into the colors as harmonizing instruments, is a song sung in the morning, according to the movement of the sun, the colors are projected on the walls, shadows behind the painting, creating a multifaceted piece in constant flux.

 

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these songs of 2020, the sound of a phone, that rings rings, and no one answers, are the aubades to human lacking. In an abstract form, a silent cacophony. 

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       LBF, 2020