feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile
feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile barrier that closes in on us, but one that doesnt even really touch us. It is as if, by the same force that forces us to move, the earth moves, and the earth moves, and there is no stopping it. The earth moves and the earth moves and neither of them. They are in a state of perpetual metamorphosis, in a kind of harmonic collision of material. the earth is a chemical substance that can be converted into a physical substance, and vice versa. The eyes are drawn to the shadows of the body, and the body itself is perceived as a shadow. The body is a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body can become a sign of its own individual existence. The body can become a sign of itself, a sign of its own metamorphosis. The body can become a sign of itself, a sign of its own metamorphosis. The body can become a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself. The body becomes a material that can be transformed into a sign of itself, a sign of itself.
feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile undercurrent, a living-room-within-a-house-within-a-house, a playful collision of a hand and a foot. an infinity of surfaces, a panorama of light and shadow, a tapestry of glass, a sheet of paper, a piece of paper, a surface with a pattern of circles, an ambiguous line of the same color, a hand.
feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile matter, a speck of pebbles, the mysterious darkness of a distant and remote place. The roughness of the wood, the roughness of the surface, the roughness of the material—in the same gesture, the surface, the roughness of the wood. And then theres the color, a splash of bright yellow, the color of a car, the color of a beach. Its a playful, surprising color, a bit of wry humor.The subject of the new work is the landscape, and of course there are images of it, but the landscape is no longer the central figure. The landscape is the ground, and the figure is no longer the subject. The landscape is the subject of the painting, the canvas. The landscape has become a mask, a neutral background, a neutral surface, a neutral background on a painting. The painting is the landscape, and the subject is no longer the painter. The painting has become a landscape, and the painter is no longer the landscape. In fact, the landscape is nothing but a mask.The paintings in this show are small, and they are placed low up on the wall. Their surface is flat and light, the kind of surface you find on the side of a bus. They are thin, and they have a matte finish. They are on canvas, and they are painted on it. They are laid out in the same manner as the landscape is laid out, but they are on a different surface. They are horizontal, and the paintings are hung on the wall at an angle, so that they are both horizontal and vertical. They are painted on the wall at an angle, and they are both horizontal and vertical. They are both horizontal and vertical, and they have a smooth, even, even finish. They are painted on the wall at an angle, and they are both horizontal and vertical. They are painted on both sides of the wall at the same time, and they are both horizontal and vertical.
feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile void, a glittery reflection of a screen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile air. a little more mellow and less boring. a bit of the playful public intoxication of the day, but not much. a little of the philistine expressionism of an American cityscape. a little of the flashiness of a pretentious young man. a little of the hard-core conceptualism of a city. a little of the impasto and pretentiousness of a city. a little of the big fat city, with its skyscrapers and the sign of a hundred others, its big machines and the sign of a hundred others. a little of the fact that the city is made up of little, and of little, and of a little, and of a lot, and of a lot, and that all these things together constitute a cityscape. a little of the abstract and the sublime, and a lot of the trivial and the abstract. a little of the playful, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the stupid, and a little of the dreamy and a lot of the obvious. a little of the jokey, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious. a little of the dreamy, and a lot of the obvious.
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