Oil on cheap landscape, 50 x 70 cm, 2010

I've painted colonies of iridescent outgrowths upon a cheap and anonymous landscape, found in a basement, flourishing upon the pristine brush strokes of a forgotten painter. The enigmatic presence of their shapes, placid yet austere, redeem the picture from its own stupor giving it a pulsating new life. The landscape, stolen from the dust and finally inhabited, now shares the destiny of these silent guests, at the expense of its own anonymous identity, but in exchange for a luxuriant, perturbing new youth.

Running for the Celeste Prize 2010
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