Sunday, May 3, 2009
With each passing day I become more and more perplexed by my sudden appreciation, and indeed, preference, for artwork which contains more negative space than anything else. Let me put this in context for you...I am the Queen of filling space. I come from a family of people who clutter and clog their art, rooms, brains, with any mish-mash of complimentary or clashing colours, concepts, and shapes. Perhaps my newfound tastes signal some entry-level form of maturity. Or perhaps I'm just a little late with the whole adolescent rebellion thing.
Getting to the point, these works by Paul Urich prove that maximum impact can be made with minimal, key pieces of imagery.
via Fecal Face