There’s something about the tension in these paintings that leads me to trust the earth is within each of us. Layered tensions, when ripped apart begin to breathe truth…they breathe light right onto the source. What’s revealed is disheveled chaos…lapsed over time & scarred over. But every vibrant layer needs to next to subsist. It is a beautifully functional harmony tempered by the slow weathering away of each crust. Observed tightly, each stroke seems to scream for its individual moment, once I step back I realize that those distinctive moments are forging into a unified & empowered singular force. (All images: Clifford Still)