In this painting, I was chasing an overlapping impossible-to-paint scene. I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of tangled knots… whether these tangled knots create places, anxieties, websites, or notions of self, it doesn’t matter. The forms exhibited in a grove of trees can echo to other abstract concepts.
This scene is in the heart of Prospect Park. There is no horizon line. There is a dead tree stump in the front. The painting is not square, as you can see at the bottom. This woodland is ‘framed’ by a chain link fence here in Brooklyn. I painted the top of the fence in a manner to square out the painting. We constantly are trying to neatly ‘frame’ nature, yet it really is a tangled web of complexity that we are inextricably linked.
I’m thinking I will drift away from this type of complexity for a bit.