Each assembly seems to invite a scene, a monologue, an act in Andrea Tese’s series Inheritance. I seem to hear them as much as see them. Narrative structures are all around us.
“I met a traveler from an antique land…”
For the painter, days and weeks of concentrated labor. For us, an instant of splendor, understanding and awareness. What germ of sense, what seed of wonder, what instant of inspiration and inception can we derive from the static arts: painting, photography, sculpture and comics, cartoons and drawing?