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“The woods near my home are littered with downed trees, some toppled by violent storms, others from pernicious vines. I do not paint the idyllic American sublime represented by artists like Thomas Cole, nor its Modern iteration like those of Georgia O’Keefe. These derelict woodlots between highways and shopping plazas where nature persists in toxic proximity to man display a well-known truth about life: that it comes from death. My work depicts the root systems of these forest denizens exposed, decaying, and, ultimately, transforming to their true selves, a collective vital system.”
John …