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| blown art glass | John Cook | |
| Cliff Goodman | ||
| Ingrid & Ken Hanson | ||
| Dale Heffernan | ||
| Smyers Glass | ||
| ceramics | Catherine Merrill | |
| Janice Rowell | ||
| fine jewelry | Mylene Bernard | |
| Opera Alley Designs | ||
| Ann Wallach | ||
| graphite objects | A. S. Batle | |
| mixed media | Susan Hersey | |
| mobiles | Timothy Rose | |
| oil paintings | Annette Poitau | |
| Gregory Vasgerdsian | ||
| serigraphs | Michael Guerriero | |
| textiles | Michael Kensinger | |
| wire drawings | Sten Hoiland | |
| Annette Poitau |
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My paintings begin with a few primordial gestures that echo the natural forms of the human body. I create this dynamic foundation with large brushes and thick oil paint. I then put the brushes away and cover the canvas with layers of a paint-turpentine-varnish mixture. |
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| The painting is my palette; as I move it, guiding the flow of the paint, the substances interact and the colors blend. With each successive layer, colors are effaced and reappear, and the material dissolves and rebuilds itself. Every painting is a sort of intimate dance with matter, a dialogue between my will and the chemical reaction of the colors, their disappearance and their reemergence in new incarnations. |
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| As the work evolves, the curvature of an arm becomes the trace left by receding waves in the sand, a crack in the desert floor, a mountain range, a fossil. The painting reveals itself with time. It makes its own sense, discovers its soul. |
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