a pendulum

a desire



a passage




This last year has been personally remarkable for me. I’ve come to better terms with my past and have found an acceptance of myself. In doing so, I have stepped out of fear into a calm. It’s not a place I’ve ever lived in or work from. I wanted to create in this peace.


I had planned a series of serene color field pieces. But in the quiet was my old rage, the anger around my history. I had forgotten I was once engulfed in it. I thought it was depleted. Deep inside of me it is an engine churning away, a gyroscope keeping me balanced, grounded. My plans were spontaneously dashed as that anger focused itself into piercing shards.


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© 2015 Brian David Dennis

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