Musings On Visual Poetry

The work is about rhythm.

The patterns of presence.

Vertical anecdotes that break up the horizontal plane. Like the sharp piano keys laced snuggly within an octave, they transpose the notes. The melody. A song. Unspoken poetry composed of nine black pillars of two related heights in ratio. Dancing without motion. On a white planar surface stage of nothingness. Of space infinite. Of time frozen. Together they form some kind of spatial and visual cadence. A bond they could not break no matter their distance because it is this very distance that binds them.

Relationships.

My work will be about restraints. A statement. Devoid of contemporary spectacles. Having fundamentals. Taking Structure. Having composition. Of advancing by receding. Of being empty and shadowed. Of taking up this poetry with you without even being there.

Only by making the presence felt.

Of rhythms.

Of patterns.

Of making my presence felt.