Sean Landers - Return To Text and Revisits of Image

Return To Text and Revisits of Image

During the years of 2003 to 2008, Landers looked back to his old text paintings, took their graphic nature and exploded it into spatial abstract paintings. “We’ve entered his skull conceptually and visually. Words and phrases ricochet off the walls of his cranium and we are among the brushstrokes.” These paintings have an echoing look where “thoughts emerge in your brain, they become clear and then recede back into the blurry distance.” “I was just trying to give thought a picture.”

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