From a fog of international and state border closures, lockdown restrictions, five-kilometre radiuses, and separation from loved ones appeared a group of paintings that spoke of magic. This was a place where black and white created colour.
I found it shocking that from the depths of winter arose works of such joyous sublimation. Suddenly alive was a sway, a yearning, a realm of perfumed shadows, warm winds, ocean birds soaring, pelagic currents, a mysterious littoral, low hanging moons, the sun, breaking dawns, dreams and dreamers, earthquakes and a land alive.
It seemed these paintings were love letters to a place, a time, to someone…
