Chicago Tulips Painting

for full archive of paintings. I'm a young emerging artist from Chicago. Art is the craft of staging a tragicomic scene. Art emerges from a wound at the heart of the world, from a ghostly dimension. I would like to keep the mystery of the dimension even to myself, to keep it secret. Because even as the author of my paintings I am only the conjurer of those ghostly scenes and they speak through me, and never for me. The paintings are a ghostly re-staging of a scene whose explanation is secret to me. I want the paintings to resist the desire for mastery over them, to resist interpretation, to have them speak. I want them to be those pockets of silence which act like unscheduled explosions, introduced into the accustomed flow of the day, which may open, now and then, passages to elsewhere. I want those who view them to come upon a scene which is strangely familiar in an uncanny way and one which offers a break to the quotidian activity of the day. And things gush from the wound onto the canvas as if it was only a one way street. Trying to climb back into it and describe what's happening in there via an A.S cannot be done any more successfully than trying to climb back into that primordial womb from which we call our origin. One is faced with a certain resistance towards building this theoretical scaffolding. This resistance is, for me, the sine qua non of my art. One should not want to climb into it with the desire to catalog, list, program, and most of all, to interpret the scene, but rather to stand on the outside of the wound looking in with uncanny awe, with only the ability to imagine what is creating the shapes and forms that are cast out, and most of all, to accept the impenetrable secrecy of it all. To be stricken by a scene that is too unheimlich and ancient to be the artist's alone. I am not interested in color relationships, shapes, forms, and abstractions, bodies, mutilated or otherwise, although in order to stage a scene the artist must utilize all those as actors on the stage; they must perform their roles. However, the true nature of the paintings is to evoke the most basic and primal of human emotions. The paintings are a form of tragicomedy by offering an elusive form of repetitive closure only to snatch it back from the hands of the viewer at the last minute. -David Wilinski