Fragile Avalanche, oil on linen, 43x35

Dana Roberts

One could say that painting is a conversation, a talking with the unknown. The lexicon is color and shape and surface and line; edges abutting edges sharply or bleeding, seeping, blurring. The lexicon is movement in space and stillness in space. It is balance, either stable or tentative, standing or falling, just catching itself. Painting is its own language for which there is no translation.