Description
A vast black field holds everything at once: a comet trail, scattered light, fragments of drawing, a color chart anchored to the left edge like a key to something just out of reach. The figures are tender and strange, collaged into the darkness as if caught mid-thought. Nothing resolves. Everything belongs.
Play sits at the intersection of cosmos and sketchbook, part night sky, part private notebook, part something you can’t quite name. The white line border contains it all just barely, like a margin note that got too big for the page.
Mixed media on canvas · 24×30 inches · 2024· Elizabeth Rennie
