The paint moves. It carries you into a swirling, living space. You join in its questioning of all that is apparent. It could be people or the things that grow or flow, or objects that just sit quietly waiting for your curious attention. Then, forms begin to take shape within the brush strokes and you try to join with them as they transform to an alluring and compelling time and place.
The soaring paintings of JMW Turner are more than visual representations of themes—history, mythology—or interpretations of the great works of literature. You have a face-to-face encounter with eternity—a dimension that reaches deep beyond the painted surface.
Lynn Mehta travels to everywhere, exploring the world in color and form. There is fluidness in her work that connects the oceans to the deserts, to the farmlands and into the cities—backstreets and main streets. Her paint celebrates its own reason for being. Each place retains its own identity. Its own soul. And yet, there is a recurring energy that ties all of her visions together in a universe of motion.
When Barbara Pliskin begins to paint, she sees pigment simply as pigment. She revels in the freedom of arranging bright spaces in contrast with dark. Gradually, forms appear and begin to tell their deep-felt stories. Barbara listens.
For Scott Warren, the photographer, it’s about how a thing looks. For Scott Warren the painter, it’s the feeling of the place that counts. The sense of it—the human emotions that draw from the sights, atmosphere, and ultimately the physical sensation of being a part of the transformation—changing from one reality to another, endlessly.
For Steve Fleming, the power is not in the subject; it’s in the sweep of the brush stroke—the loose placement of color that balance a composition. It’s the bright lights that are scattered through fields of warm and cool contrasts—the suggestions of real things. His outdoor-painted, “plein air” landscapes are subdued and calming. Happy.
Our lives are often like those loose placements of color while we struggle to find balance. PTSD blocks the bright lights and we can only see the dark, the dismal. We all have a face-to-face encounter with eternity so we have to reach for another dimension that takes us beyond the apparent realities. Leave them behind. Reach out to the deep-felt stories of true reality.