penny’s painting journey continues, chapter
through a glass darkly
for me, so much of my practice this year has been about that glass. through the car
window, through the coffee shop windows, storefront panes, buses and cars, glimmers
of occupants, rain on the windshield, headlights and rain, taillights burning the eyes,
distorting the lens. looking both through the glass and encased in glass. as if to say
this much i see but this much i see as if through a glass darkly. the profound imperfect
knowing which would seem to constitute our human existence. FRAGILE : GLASS -
those words on the box forcing a slow and careful opening, lest there is breakage, and
yet there is always breakage, coming closer to the meaning, which then slips from
view, now needing a language for the paint (the wondrous paint) to express
something more visually indistinct and emotionally ineffable.
penny eisenberg - November 2013