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“In Reticence, a Thousand Voices” 2005 Oil on Linen 72” x 48” “When One Obsesses Over the Surface, One Loses Sight of the Void Within” 2004 Oil on Linen 48” x 70”  “Until the Ashes Black Out the Sun” 2003  Oil on Canvas 38”x54”

Morgan Craig   Artist Statement There was a place, where the placid snowfall was, for countless years, interrupted by a beautiful cacophony. To hear the moan of the freight train as the boxcars bang together, whilst wheels connect with track like the gnashing of teeth, steam bursts from every orifice, and the roar of the conflagration within each blast furnace was all he wanted. She would laugh. Absence was all that remained. He felt her whisper against the back of his neck as the wind whipped across the roof. Each beam would sway and shudder as if made of wicker, and he would turn to find nothing, nothing but remnants of the past. Wire, metal and plastic would coalesce beneath the dust of decades of disuse. The warm sunlight breached two pieces of corrugated steel like a mischievous child, and flickered across his countenance, causing him to squint. The colors that traversed the mottled walls would always entice him to journey further into each monolithic structure, in search of some answer to this void within. How her laughter would resonate. Memories drifted from the teeth of each gear, coagulated on each piece of steel, and dropped from the skeletal remains of the mezzanine into shallow pools of water stretched like pieces of ribbon across the night sky. She was in the room.  Like a princess in Tsarist Russia, she stood before him in a magnificent gown, hand raised as if he was obliged to ask her to dance.  He was soot covered. Gently, he placed her pale hand in his, and raised it to his cheek. He realized there were tears in her eyes. And she spoke: “You have always chased time, never understanding, that time will always find you.”  The moment is the feast, but the memory is the wine.   Education University of the Arts Philadelphia, PA Masters of Fine Arts in Painting  December, 2003   Tyler School of Art, Temple University Philadelphia, PA Bachelor of Fine Arts in Painting with Teacher Certification January, 2000

 

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