Andy Wicks
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2008
Liquid thin veils of colour corrupt and obscure floating geometric forms as though we are seeing alien planets through toxic condensation gathered on the window of our ship. Hard lines and soft drip clash as the work strike for awkward harmony on the heavily saturated canvas. Reminiscent of wasted dystopian landscape washed of all life, showing the fragility of these worlds through their dark beauty. Thinned oil paint gives an element of unpredictability to its course while adding a gestural quality lacking the considered movement of the brush.