urban vistas

Graffiti-strewn walls serve, in the urban scape, as ravines and caverns did for the earliest artists who painted on rock. My "Glyffiti" figures, merging with the ground of tags, posters and scrawls, charge the scene with ancient echoes.

50,000 years ago dancers wearing horns emerged to sing and shake before the rearing mountains and clouds. Dance over, they receded, like the other animals, into the thorn. Today our urban vistas endlessly refract the insistent cliché of advertising. Only in graffiti is there spontaneous eruption. Graffiti, often obnoxious and insulting, is outside the grid. Some are of it is as huge and complex as landscape panorama — gigantic sweeps of energy in their tapestry of piled up scripts.

As I paint into these matted graffiti covered walls my animal outlines, I feel kinship with neolithic artists who drew on un-tame raw surfaces — an echo of the deep past.  As with the earliest art this work of mine is intrinsically ephemeral.

Our notions of who and what we are within the streams of creation is very restricted.  The effort to expand our sense of time and place in deep history enlarges the spirit.  Like taking a long deep breath.