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Gregg Chadwick's
January 9 - February 7, 2004
216 Grand Avenue |
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We live in an agnostic age that cries out for the spirit In this fallow era I paint images ripe with color and movement, illuminated by the spirit but tinged with the bittersweet nature of our time. There is a seduction involved in the use of pigment and the free manipulation of paint. Yet each work is grounded with what Robert Bly might call a black thread. These works strive for the heavens but are pulled back by the weight of the world. Like the acrobat suspended in Tightrope we fight for balance. Yet this act of will holds us between heaven and earth. In this weightlessness we are set free. Like the masterless samurai invoked in my painting Ronin Dreams we are adrift. Yet this journey without a guide leads us to new worlds and new questions. The beauty found in these questions is our struggle and our reward. — Gregg Chadwick |
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Ronin Dreams Exhibition► |
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Ronin Dreams
He has gone away he has gone away and we are desolate in our loneliness.
Snatched from us snatched from us we don’t know where he’s gone nor how he could return.
The light of our land the light of our land has been extinguished darkness is come.
Too young too young he has been taken we are left with grief.
He who led he who led who could follow now into that unknown?
The voice that called us the voice that called us is now mute and we are deaf.
His last order his last order we hold precious and repeat.
Cry out call out he has gone away leaving but a dream.
— Kent Chadwick
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