All houses have personalities of their own. One day I imagined this house freeing itself, rising off the crib works and happily drifting away.
conte on canvas
48" x 36"
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In a theater, the proscenium is the vertical plane of space that separates the stage from the audience. It is called, metaphorically, The Fourth Wall.
The small town in which I live has many historic houses under renovation. With the owners permission, I occasionally set up a studio work space on site and draw along as the structures are transformed.
One day after all the workers had gone home, I sat in the shell of the house. The floor joists were exposed and the far exterior walls had been torn out. I was backstage now. The luminous space ahead beckoned. But the floorboards were gone and it would be a risky, if not perilous, crossing to the light, if I dared.
As an artist, I begin each day in a quiet, darkened backstage and then test my resolve to risk the crossing, to make my way through that metaphorical plane into the light.
This is The Proscenium Project.