Lisa Kellogg

i’m enjoying going back and forth between recognizable object and abstraction as i follow the lines of a thing sufficiently to catch what it references. Then wander off, around the room, tracing other paths connected but not necessarily a representation of each, instead a new map jumping the frame, the boundary of an object, discovering

Torn: its the first i’ve done that removing a line from the spiral… Stream torn to open the flow, torn the edge, now it’s no longer straight, there’s a bend, rough edged bend, bend in the path, on the way to the Torne is a place my mother used to take her horse to ride