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Paul Corvers: Mixed Grays


Paul Corvers is a painter based in the Netherlands. I was recently introduced to his work and was struck by his varied and expressive use of gray. The work occupies a considered space between representation and abstraction that continually prompts memory and associations in the viewer. The use of gray is instrumental in the process, bringing a vague uncertianty to bear that allows for a mysterious, open interpretation.  








To view more work visit the artist's website here.
To read about Corvers' painting process see the recent interview with the artist conducted by Studio Critical  here.





All images (c) the artist.



Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm always fascinated by the transformations of simplicity into something so heavily articulated. To be able to speak a language in such monotone gesture is truly remarkable.

A great new artist to admire.
Paul Behnke said…
I agree Liz. Thanks for looking!

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