Illusion | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Afterglow | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
A Wild Chase | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Insight | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Driven | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Wandering Wonderment | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Departure | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Cerebral | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
The Eyes Have It | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Artiopathy | oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
Disturbance Denied | acrylic on paper, 23” x 18”
Early in the Year | oil on canvas, 36” x 36”
Dark Matters | oil on canvas, 40” x 40”
Under the Sun | oil on canvas, 54” x 54”
Induction | oil on canvas, 48” x 60”
Uprising | oil on canvas, 60” x 72”
Surge | oil n canvas, 48” x 60”
 Book Mark | oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Subheaval | 2009, oil on canvas, 48" x 48"
Cataraction | 2009, oil on canvas, 48" x 60"
Disturbation | 2009, oil on canvas, 30" x 30"
Fall Out | 2010, oil on canvas, 48" x 48"
Filtered Fright | 2010, oil on canvas, 48" x 48"
Dilitation | 2010, oil on canvas, 60" x 72"
The Grass is Always... | 2010, oil on canvas, 48" x 48"
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Justin Snow

Croton Road Wayne, PA

Résumé

Artist Statement

A journey may start with a single step, but just after that initial step a number of stumbles, detours, misdirections, ups downs and plain failures seem to run parallel to the journey.
This law of journey is true in the world of art as well. Why should this group escape the pitfalls of their chosen trip?
Draw, ok - color wheel, design, composition, paint, school, job, studio, more school, job, juries, solos, job – realizations.
Sell sell sell yourself and maybe a painting here and there – lots of doubts and new challenges, more doubts, more questions - but pushing on anyway.
What else. It’s what we do.
I’ve done.
I do.
Please - just don’t ask me what the paintings are about.
You decide.
The Abstract Painterly Poet
The abstract painterly poet
without conscious reason
approaches his blank canvas paper
letters in hand.
Letters will become my word marks.
I’ll use the letters to form
unconscious groupings of letters
to form unconsciously thought formed words.
They will be consciously meaningless.
They must be.
Therefore they will be abstract,
not just meaningless
but without reason
for being
I read this abstract poem
to a young lady
She said it was gibberish
I wept
with joy

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