The crossroads many artists must face...
I have observed this threshold more than once from the discreet distance my position affords. An artist reaches a point of undeniable commercial validation: hundreds, even a thousand original works sold or placed, a decade’s worth of consistent engagement with collectors who have chosen to live with the work rather than merely display it: and suddenly the path forks with a clarity that can feel almost cruel.
One road is broad, well-lit, and densely populated. It leads toward the large-scale collage executed in the loose, energetic manner associated with the narratively deified, or toward the expansive fields produced with squeegee, sponge, and a practiced economy of gesture. These approaches allow for rapid production, immediate visual impact, and the comforting sense of belonging to a recognizable contemporary lineage.
The other road is narrower, slower, and far less forgiving. It demands that the hand remain restless, that the surface continue to record the actual pressure of thought and the resistance of material, that the work grow denser, more layered, and more particular rather than merely larger or more photogenic.
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1It is the oldest temptation in commerce to trade the chisel for a rubber stamp once the buyers start lining up, because manufacturing a familiar echo is far easier than wrestling with stubborn timber. The market will gladly pay top dollar for that easy rhythm today, but time only keeps a ledger for the work that held onto friction and kept the pressure of honest thought in the grain.