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| We cannot say New Brunswick is lusterless although I see fog covering its coast in a gauzy shroud. I know the rocks are there. I get a glimpse of them swallowing the fog as it moves over their surfaces, permeates the crevices of their skins. A salamander appears and disappears. We can tell a lot about our surroundings by what reflects from the eye of a salamander. In this place, nothing reflects but more fog. Fog against fog. I esteem this other world that I seldom encounter where I have to imagine what is right in front of me. Although I notice how the details flee, leaving the fog to dose on the ground like a deathwatch, I can easily slip past the illusive monsters, see what I want to see. An artist keeps moving forward, going to places no one has ever been before. I invite you to look at my paintings through your own imagination, see what you can see. | ||||