By Jonah Jones
Painting water.
Living next to; surrounded by the sea. Returning to the source. Diving back in to the subject, searching beneath the surface, trying to explore deeper.
A million pointillist sparkling shards of light. Shimmering, dancing, teasing, fleeting, elusive. A diamond horizon 4,7 km away, that’s close enough to touch.
A kaleidoscope of sun saturated notes pouring into the eyes, vibrating, overwhelming the senses. How to make sense of it? Where to even start?
Pandemics, strange times played out on a huge scale. Social distancing. Bubbles, connections,
cutting trails. Individual journeys slicing angles through planes of shared space.
Creating harmonies and tension in discordant times.
