KYLE STEVENSON

All that can be said is that one is only able to paint that which is revealed to him.

Beyond that, one can merely list the things about which he ponders: Prime Reality; the nature of one’s relationship to the world; the significance of place; the spaces through which one must travel (which is often more important and interesting than the destination); C. S. Lewis’ fields of Arbol, Oyarsa, and deep heaven; what happens when negative space is treated as positive (the nature of the Void and what really occupies space), and the like.

And clouds of all types (including four-legged ones).

One can only hope that all this esoteric stuff somehow gets folded into the work.