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Thursday, October 18, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
the idea of light has been concretely in my head for some time. In the case of the latter pastel, Light Bulb it serves as an actual light however in Viridian Pheonix it is like a tumor not a light and from the head grow thoughts can develop often in two ways. In contemporary music this can often be appreciated as in Arc and Green by Takemitsu but like de Kooning, in painting, the medium with darkness shares its own light specifically but in a variety of ways.
All copyrights reserved by the Artist Trius Fernsler
All copyrights reserved by the Artist Trius Fernsler
Friday, September 28, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
A vision into my future. Painted live for an event, the central image is pasted directly on to the picture adn the additions were made to remember the way I had once dreamed of painting the same image but with out all the original surreal imagery. And so there it was, dripping like coffee, onto my open back.
Church Indoctrinated.
Oil on Canvas. 60"x 30".
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Church Indoctrinated.
Oil on Canvas. 60"x 30".
All copyrights reserved by Trius Fernsler
"Holy is my desire, broken are the lies,
Twisted are my eyes, she has seen
The glory but not thy fate,
Succumbing to a need not known."
-angelic murmurs...whispered in a land where none exist.
"I can hear you call now," he, by chance, answered and with a light kiss to the lips, parted,
not knowing when the next bus was scheduled to arrive or whether he would take the train or a plane or whether his feet would bring him as far as he might need. So he left with a flashlight in hand, aiming to find his way where all had gone but none had returned and then answered her call, as if from afar,
and she laughed not knowing the way, stumbling once, then twice and finally a third sent her catapulting from a high cliff and into the night his memory vanished and so did she. Carrying a gun in his hand he held it near his temples and asked a god for forgiveness and, trembling, pulled the trigger, and all was still and none was heard and in the night his vision had cleared and from the walls of a point he could not see he saw the swooping forms of her ivory arms reaching down to him and let his head rest there, once more.- Trius Art
Viridian Pheonix
Oil on Canvas. 46"x64"
All copyrights reserved by Trius Fernsler
Twisted are my eyes, she has seen
The glory but not thy fate,
Succumbing to a need not known."
-angelic murmurs...whispered in a land where none exist.
"I can hear you call now," he, by chance, answered and with a light kiss to the lips, parted,
not knowing when the next bus was scheduled to arrive or whether he would take the train or a plane or whether his feet would bring him as far as he might need. So he left with a flashlight in hand, aiming to find his way where all had gone but none had returned and then answered her call, as if from afar,
and she laughed not knowing the way, stumbling once, then twice and finally a third sent her catapulting from a high cliff and into the night his memory vanished and so did she. Carrying a gun in his hand he held it near his temples and asked a god for forgiveness and, trembling, pulled the trigger, and all was still and none was heard and in the night his vision had cleared and from the walls of a point he could not see he saw the swooping forms of her ivory arms reaching down to him and let his head rest there, once more.- Trius Art
Viridian Pheonix
Oil on Canvas. 46"x64"
All copyrights reserved by Trius Fernsler
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