The trees make hieroglyphs in the sky with their branches Reflections - Hieroglyphs at The Point
This installation - Reflections - Hieroglyphs at The Point - is of course random on the very surface, the hands are randomly placed but a result of a long time of observation and working on ideas about the space in Central Park and especially the forms, the shapes of the trees, the colors of Earth and bark.
The Old Masters colors of the park ambushed with the sharp burst of Color in Acrylic Paint. It’s a bit chemical burst, but as natural as the wavelengths of light are natural.
Just like randomness in the shapes of the trees and branches is only on the surface but follows an inner logic of growth and reach up to ultraviolet light, so is my installation a natural progression of many years of study as well as spontaneous work with the environment to create an ephemeral work, a temporary pigment, a visual language for one afternoon. I call it an ephemeral sign language.
Hieroglyphs made out of painted hands.
Squiggles, and Graffiti. Reflected in the water.
They say Light
doesn’t travel
but ripples,
and doubles the World.
It makes us all,
humans and trees,
tremble a little.