I’ve lost the article from which I clipped this painting — something about vicissitudes and provenance.
No matter, the painting is the thing. It trips and snares me. It’s like a knotty, naughty doodle done with psychedelic syrups from a candy store explosion. Its perfervid figuration is impudent, wickedly nonchalant.
This terrain traversed by the artist on his way to the further reaches: I could stuff my eyes with it.
(c) 2020 JMN