Mary Michaela Murray
Color moves me, and at once, arrests me — a sunny lemon on a cool blue tabletop; a punch of pink along side a gray vase; a patch of grass jumping from the purple shadows. These things compel me to stop, to take notice. I paint to recapture these moments. Freely interpreting what is before me, I tilt planes, jack colors, skew perspectives. It is not about mirroring what I see but sharing the pleasure I have in looking and lingering.
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