The Hand
The atelier
The figures this codex draws in light — the Seed of Life, the seal, the spiral — were drawn first by hand, in paint. Here is the work of the one hand that keeps it: 88 pieces, in acrylic and pigment, the same geometry made physical.
Sacred Geometry
The drawn glyphs, in pigment
The figures this codex draws in light — the Seed of Life, the mandala, the wheel — set down first by hand, in paint.
Devotional
Inherited hands
Older grammars — folk, ornament, and the painted god — kept alive by copying them well.
Celestial
Nebulae and dying stars
Poured pigment that behaves like deep space — cloud, void, and the light of stars coming apart.
The Sea Before Words
One painting, whole and close
The hand’s largest work — three feet by two — after the Rig Veda’s hymn of creation: the deep that was before existence, where darkness lay hidden in darkness and the waters were, before the first word. Seen here whole, then walked close.
Elemental
Fire, flux, and plumage
The unrestrained register — heat, motion, and colour let off the leash.
Terrestrial
Ore, verdigris, and strata
The same pour, read as stone — the banded insides of rock, and the slow colours metal takes when it is left alone.
From Above
Land and water, at altitude
The same pour, read from a height — coast and canopy, delta and shoal, as though the canvas were a window in the floor of a plane.
In Relief
The raised surface
Where the pour is left behind and the pigment is built up by hand — the sea worked into a third dimension, ridge and trough you could run a thumb along; and one such surface, carried close through three different lights.
Cloisonné
Colour, walled in black
A turn from the pour to the drawn line — one unbroken black contour carves the whole field into cells and floods each with flat, unmixed colour. The stained-glass grammar let loose and biomorphic: geometry gone fluid.
Hard-Edge
Flat colour, clean edge
A turn away from the pour — flat fields and hard edges, primary colour set down plainly, geometry without the drip.
The Living Shape
Face and wing, in flat colour
The flat unmixed colour of the hard-edge work, turned on something alive — a face taken apart into planes, a bird crossing a painted morning. No shading, no modelling, nothing softened: the living thing set down in bright and uncompromising shapes.
The Seen World
Places, looked at
Where the hand turns from pattern to place — the visible world, set down as it falls on the eye, or found waiting inside a pour.
In Situ
The work in its place
The pieces as they actually live — fresh and wet on the studio bench, framed and hung on the wall, or caught mid-method — not cropped to the canvas but in the room that made them.
The constellation is meant to be wandered; so is the hand.
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