Yearning for clarity
among disparate ever changing landscapes remains pivotal to the uniqueness that
characterizes ‘vision’, transfigured at the moment when the ideal and real
intersect; truth in illusion always sought, semblance and manifestations
that embrace seemingly contradictory verisimilitudes. This intersection becomes
pivotal when the impetus must take shape, transform and ignite the imagination, or whither...
Only to diein the ashes of complacency.
Patterns of earth tones,
treacherous washes from the elegant brushstrokes of Linda Waterfall migrate in the
hope of defining boundaries, rather than a pool of indefinable oblivion;
muddled colors meaningless to the ‘vision’ Ms. Waterfall must preserve. Upon
careful consideration the patterns of organic scenes create a remarkably subtle
sense of depth when one retreats in actual distance from the picture plane.
Real or imagined this
psychic journey admonishes the torments of literal meanings bound by dogma;
forced psychic submissions that ultimately kowtow to the hierarchy of the greatest
illusion of all…perfection, but ultimate perfection always sought elsewhere.
Steely, unyielding beliefs that pluck petals of beauty and deeper meaning from
the complacent and the ignorant muddled by confusion, and molded by delusion.
Taking careful steps through the wondrous landscape of Ms. Waterfall’s imagination one becomes struck by the contradictory point when
the ideal and the real never become reconciled. Transfigured visions of circular
motifs, and ‘cycles’, unified from the apex of pain and struggle. Perhaps Ms.
Waterfall seeks clarity through contemplation, denying dogmatic symbols of
psychic oppression in order to liberate our sensibilities from the