36" x 24"oil on panel
The white hands are ghostly, holding the butterfly as if forming it. It is an allegory for a divine creator. It is also an individual accepting mortality and making some attempt at grasping life anyway.
The picture is simultaneously stark and atmospheric. There is a range of delicate linear elements, short brushstrokes, blurred and loosely painted areas, and bold shapes. It feels eternal and instantaneous, tangible and ephemeral.
Painting is different than music in that it is not linear in time. Painting is not bound by a start and a finish in terms of how it is seen by the viewer. This painting is in tune with its medium and the way time functions in visual art.