To delve into color and line, balanced objects and plastering soul upon canvas, one finds the tiny path that leads to satisfaction and completion of an artwork. Where does that rise from? When is art complete? My art is born of a seed planted from beyond. Is there courage to go further? Dare I travel to the edge of failure only to find greatest victory? Planeism pulls me to the edge, extending planes that do exist into zones they don't belong. How exciting! Curves, circles, flat horizons that bend into eternity. Spacial dreams bursting, sailing, halting, bold lines that disappear only to reappear elsewhere. Planeism. Abstract Expressionism taken beyond Cubism to an unexplainable moot point. Divine.
