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Artwork details
- Medium : Oil on Wood
- Other details : Artwork on wood. Artwork framed.
- Dimensions : 3x9in
About this artwork
I painted this piece thinking about a dune's particular kind of memory, or rather its absence of one. Wind reshapes it constantly, yet it remains recognisably itself, holding its form without holding its history. That felt close to something I keep returning to in my work: what persists beneath constant change, and what exists without needing to account for itself.
The sky here asks little of the eye, a pale expanse where light and weather blur… rather than announce themselves. Against that stillness, the dune rises softly from the left, its edge allowed to blur between sand and mist rather than meet at a hard line.
Foliage gathers at the base and climbs the slope in scattered, deliberate strokes, a small persistence of life against so much quiet. This piece sits within a body of work built on close observation and patient mark-making, where restraint carries more than colour ever could on its own. Black frame, museum glass, slightly raised quiet presentation for a quiet piece.
The sky here asks little of the eye, a pale expanse where light and weather blur… rather than announce themselves. Against that stillness, the dune rises softly from the left, its edge allowed to blur between sand and mist rather than meet at a hard line.
Foliage gathers at the base and climbs the slope in scattered, deliberate strokes, a small persistence of life against so much quiet. This piece sits within a body of work built on close observation and patient mark-making, where restraint carries more than colour ever could on its own. Black frame, museum glass, slightly raised quiet presentation for a quiet piece.
ROBERT VENAFRO
Canada
Credentials
- Featured in gallery curations
- Works on commission
I paint what I feel. After a life in finance, the palette knife became my primary way of speaking, plainly, without ornament. My subject is land, sea, and sky, held less as record than as memory of standing inside them.
I work in oils, building surface until it holds weight, something to be touched as much as seen, according to those who collect my work. Whether the canvas is small enough to hold in one hand or large enough to walk into, the intention doesn't change: a place that is as much interior as it is geographical.
In my mid-70s, I look for Self in the work, a thing being entirely itself, answerable to no one. The work says what I couldn't otherwise say. What you find in it is yours.
www.venafrobob.com
I work in oils, building surface until it holds weight, something to be touched as much as seen, according to those who collect my work. Whether the canvas is small enough to hold in one hand or large enough to walk into, the intention doesn't change: a place that is as much interior as it is geographical.
In my mid-70s, I look for Self in the work, a thing being entirely itself, answerable to no one. The work says what I couldn't otherwise say. What you find in it is yours.
www.venafrobob.com
ROBERT VENAFRO
What the dune forgets
$870