The Fall
oil and sand on canvas
A tribute to the unfinished painting.
The limbs of the falling andels fade and run into the tempestuous sky,
threatening over troubled waters, leaning against the shoulders of some
forgotten land, somewhere else.
I realized after finishing a number of paintings that once finished
they never quite looked the same.
Once a painting was finished for me there was no longer any reason
to look at it.
This started the practice of stopping short of finishing any painting.
