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In the land of lines and clutter, where the shapes go to sleep, There’s a ruckus, a jumble, where the dark and light do creep. A yellow blob in the middle, a sun, or a daisy, maybe, Stuck right there with nowhere to go, crazy.
The leaves, they aren't leaves, just spots of a void, Scattered around like the dreams of Freud. Some soft pink here, a whisper of red, A secret message, or just something that bled.
Cubes and bars and all kinds of geometry, Thrown together, a salad of astronomy. Love doing nothing, just hanging around, In a universe that’s flat, where it’s bound to be found.
Vonnegut’s eye, with a squint and a sigh, Would chuckle and scribble, and simply imply: “Here we are, folks, in the gallery of space, Where love lazes in idleness, with a peculiar grace.
"Left Behind," a series that seems to have tumbled out of the back pocket of the universe while it was busy doing something else, is a cavalcade of canvases that are cluttered with the debris of geometric introspection. Picture this: shapes and shadows that got stood up by their own dimensions, waiting in a two-dimensional limbo, where depth is as elusive as a politician's promise.
This series, it's like a love letter to the leftovers, a tip of the hat to what remains when everything else has moved on to bigger and better things—or at least to things with more than two dimensions. It's art that doesn't just hang on the wall; it leans against it, casually smoking a cigarette, waiting for someone to ask, "What's your story?"