|© 2005 Galerie Kusseneers|
|Andrew Graves makes paintings that sit at the edge of what is recognisable, yet at the moment when revelation seems imminent they shift and blur. They contain a promise that at some point, soon, their nature will become clear, their meaning unfolded.
What dictates their forms? What logic informs their selection? Perhaps the imagery is somehow pre-selected by the materials of each paintings construction. Chalk gesso boards produce a surface that seem to both absorb and reflect light, and when its flat surface is stained and rubbed with colour it seems to produce a paradoxical plane which offers both flatness and depth.
Yet they are not exercises in virtuosity, each work uses only the minimal technique to bring them towards an idea. At what point does something become a painting, what decisions make someone a painter?