Conari Arts is a free and open local co-op, with a unique collaboration of Denver artists, poets, musicians, and sculptors. The gallery originally opened in May 2009 to provide free space for artists and provide a forum for collaboration.
942 Kalamath Denver 80204
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Dripping into the sink’s eye I peer into other worlds between islands of dreams. As I became smaller, the world grows with growing screams.
Lost in the detail of a microcosmic cell I forgot the macro-universal strings The strings that connect this moment with the next singing songs that rings in rambling ears of the kind and young-minded and fullhearted beings.
I bring with me the light of the one who sent me into this world of the small to bring you a message.
This message of words and colors transmit fuel into the hearts of the confused searching for a lost story, from which no library has ever lived to tell. But this message lives between bookshelves in spaces crowded with letters and numbers that scramble out to spell codes that send curiosity on long blind-folded journeys through walled cities. Bullet holes in the mind give me sight through the other side of the network of never-ending boxes of unorganized and mislabeled memories that my brain didn’t have the heart to throw away.
If the factory is where we begin, the trash must be where we end, to decay in sparkled greed and guilt ourselves over murderous inventions that happened in past dreams.
Then I woke up in a dream to a raspy voice gently and softly ordering me,
Art has become a necessary element of my everyday survival. Like Diego Rivera said, if you are truly a painter “you paint or you die.” Survival reigns our actions, and it is the job of the artist to expose those invisible strings that not only allow us carry on, but allow us to live with passion.
I have taken on the task of turning colors into moments that can be held still while moving through painted time. Although the future is uncertain, I mustlive in the present. While painting the details I often must step back to view the painting in its entirety.
Once I view the painting as a whole, I keep it in mind while painting the fine lines that define the shapes of color. I get lostin lines that spiral down staircases of confusion. While in the abyss of detail, you forget the land the well is built on.
Sometime in life you have to step back and look at your own life, and ask yourself, where do I fit into this puzzle? Keep the picture withyou as you walk your path of life. Hands that teach the fluid touch of stroke,from background to color to line to detail. From the void an images arrives,untainted, unrestrained, pure in its odyssey. To the halls of mind within the artist’s being, questioning its final journey. Read more….