passages

Seulement la certitude qu’elle respirait le même air que lui quelque part, pensait les mêmes pensées, ressentait la même douleur. C’était la seule chose qui avait toujours assez de force pour se faufiler au-dessous, au-dessus, autour et au-delà des brumes traîtresses qui s’évertuaient à plonger tous les souvenirs dans une obscurité miséricordieuse.
—  Camilla Läckberg, La princesse des glaces. 

PASSAGE: VERGE (1989) by Michael Whelan

Acrylic on Canvas - 48" X 36"

A painting with many meanings, but the most obvious one deals with the question of the woman taking a last look back before she decides to step off the cliff and go through the arch to an afterlife - or does she turn around and stay?

Michael doesn’t like to say, since he also considered it as a portrayal of him “stepping off the brink” from his safe career as an illustrator into the unsure world of fine art.

Judging by her quietly assured pose, it seems that whatever she chooses will be the right decision. Michael didn’t feel so calm about his!

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Hazy figures walk towards the viewer in John Wentz’s new series of oil paintings, their faces muddled as if conjured from some distant memory or last night’s dream. His solo show “Passages,” opening alongside Mike Davis’s “A Blind Man’s Journey” (see our recent studio visit with Davis here), is set to debut at San Francisco’s 111 Minna Galleryon October 3. Read more on Hi-Fructose

C’était un de ces jours froids et tristes où les cœurs se serrent, où les esprits s’irritent, où l’âme est sombre, où la main ne s’ouvre ni pour donner ni pour secourir.
—  Guy de Maupassant, Contes du jour et de la nuit, nouvelle : Le Gueux.