When Air Breaks a Promise, oil on linen, 46.5 x 49.5 in.

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.


Owl Light, oil on linen, 48.5 x 52 in.

Speaking of Neptune, oil on linen, 38 x 32 in.

Meanwhile, Wrens Are Sleeping, oil on linen, 47 x 49 in.

Rain in 12 Minutes, oil on linen, 21 x 20 in.

Wade In Shallow Water, oil on linen, 47 x 49 in.

The Seattle Art Museum acknowledges that we are located on the ancestral land of the Coast Salish people.