Eric addresses the female form with respectful insight to the architecture of sexuality, vulnerability, and the rawness of power.
Painting is cutting out all pain.
The visual and tactile are the same.
Art is feeling and energy.
The absurdity of making pictures is transcended.
I don’t know where my own misery and another meet or separate.
On the surface I search for a resolution.
It seems largely unresolvable.
Then an angel reaches down and strokes my head.
The resulting peace solidifies in form.
Formlessness folds in and amongst the lines.
I am lost in the color and meaning of symbols.
I consume the media and feel the culture of beauty.
I want to drink the skin presented by electrical pulses turning on pixels.
The data of our lives is a secondary bridge.
Possible evolution of consciousness.
Energy doesn’t evolve.
Energy just is.
