Impossibly unstable, dangerously impossible, the crossing towards the light is risky but unquestionable.
acrylic, pastel and paper on canvas
48" x 60"
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.
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.