Thursday, April 1


Untitled 2010 Stephan P. Ferreira
I walk a lot. During these walks, weaving through residential streets and to industrial lots, there is always a moment when the sounds of everything become quiet.

Sometimes when visiting a museum I spend the majority of the visit unfocused and rushing. It's only towards the end of the experience that I feel whole, collected and quiet.

Quiet  may or may not relate in some way to my own painting practice. It is a place to put in order what ordinarily gets put away. It is a place to collect those quiet moments in hope of recognizing a pattern in my own work.

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