IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER
New Works By Geza Brunow
There was a time when I sipped coffee and hard cider in various public haunts and watched the world go by. After awhile, the people and things I observed started to shimmer and tell me stories like heat signatures rising up from a hot desert road - stories of the past, present and future. I sketched what I saw without censoring anything that came to me. It was important that I didn't alter what emerged, the narratives had a life of their own. I felt like Obi-Wan Kenobi using the force to guide an ink lightsaber.
Some of these images also came from dreams I had where I saw them as relics from the far future. Ancient graffiti was uncovered under a highway overpass that was now as old as Herculaneum and Pompeii: sketches and paintings of our once contemporary culture. Old plaques showed that the graffiti artists had turned into gladiators sponsored by the likes of Clemson and Emory.
At first I thought these sketches could be blueprints for larger paintings, but then I realized that many of them stood up in their own right. It was a challenge to put everything down in permanent ink without erasing but it was also thrilling to watch things unfold like a movie in front of me. This show embodies what was revealed.