A Fine Piece of Melancholy by Alex Brunton
We are all in this world of pure stillness. The distinct smell of rotting seaweed and the motion in the current sand beds.
My misleading story of feeling starts slowly from the energy in the black mass of liquid.
It may pass through your fingers and hardly move or it could just be simply nature.
My work has a strong sense of movement and tends toward feeling with attentive consideration.
I am searching for more within the abstraction.
