As light bends at the edges of the concrete, its transformations testify to the untapped sublime in our daily matrix. Flare, phosphene, and spectrum are neither objects nor emptiness, both immediate and infinite. Structural, procedural painting allows ephemerality to be transcribed impersonally by completing its own inner systems. The painted object asks nothing of the observer, the ephemeral is solidified without becoming petrified.

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