The littlest child hops extra high to view the blood - drenched words
spattered across the screen.
Mud
spattered across his dark green breeches, his justaucorps, and the hem of Mab's trench coat.
Blood
spattered across his pants and canary - yellow racing jacket, Chuck Greene stands uncomfortably in front of the bathroom stall.
The weightiness is evoked not by any darkness, but by the unique paint application the artist employs in her large - scale canvases, in which she lets gravity dictate the way paint falls, spills, and
spatters across the expansive surfaces.
He overlays figurative screenprints with smeary abstractions, spills enamel like blood -
spatter across a mundane landscape, scrawls words across a painting that already samples so many styles the congestion is almost deafening.
Not exact matches
Ultimately, it's the insults that the characters shout at one another
across the blood
spattered warehouse that makes more impact than any of the gunshots.
Abruptly she gets up from her paint -
spattered chair and scuttles
across her large warehouse studio beside a canal in north London.
Across the bottom are solid vertical columns of pink, blue, red, yellow and brown,
spattered and smeared with paints from the same palette.
It also included Tracey Emin's Baby Things, a
spattering of bronze - cast baby clothes strewn
across the city that paid homage to the vast number of teenage mothers who inhabit seaside towns like Folkestone and Margate, Emin's notorious hometown.
Pollock experimented with a number of styles before eventually developing a vigorously gestural technique, dripping and
spattering paint
across his canvases in a seemingly random way.
The inaugural Triennial in 2008 brought together 22 works by significant artists, including Christian Boltanski's sound installation of letters of First World War servicemen being read as one sat upon a bench at the site where these men were shipped off to battle, staring out into the sea, and Tracey Emin's work «Baby Things» — a
spattering of bronze - cast baby clothes strewn
across the city paying homage to the vast number of teenage mothers that inhabit these seaside towns such as Folkestone, and Margate, Emin's notorious hometown.
The eye wanders back and forth
across this unassuming barrier — the tarnished depths of the left feel alchemical, while the right is full of denial, pushing against your eyes the way rain
spatters on a car windshield.
But there is plenty of contrast in the local artist's exuberant work, which pours or
spatters coils of thick pigment
across areas of cleanly spray - painted color fields or honeycomb patterns.