Notes from the Undergrowth
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Monday, 14 March 2011
Life and Limb
There is something primal about the Black Line. It's strong, decisive and dark. Unapologetic. Every once in a while, it creeps in and dominates a painting.
In this instance, it's suitable for a truncated tree, maimed and full of edges.
means edge, boundary, border. Well, no wonder the Black Line took over. It's all about Definition.
It's interesting how we separate 'life' from 'limb'. Life, with the vital organs, is contained in the trunk. Limbs are peripheral extensions. You'd think I'd been to see
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