Stone Waves

I paint the seethe and stillness of wild, unhuman life, the incessant transformation of what ancient Ch’an poets called “the ten thousand things.” And in that regard my work honors presence and absence at once, as a sort of double-fidelity.  

A painting comes into being as an unfolding from within, and is both anchored and sustained by an emotional connection to a sense of space from which images emerge. Plainly manifest in this painting is the bit of ledge buttressed by krummholz spruce, but equally “there” are mighty mountains shrouded by mist and cloud.

  -Mary Graham