GEORGE KENNEDY

George Kennedy’s works sit in a realm of brightness and wonder, at odds with the often dull hues of reality. Layered fragments of shapes and lines are suggestive of undulating valleys and ridgelines. Repeated marks become almost hieroglyphic, as scripts form throughout the picture plane, bringing with them a visual language hinting to ruptures and detritus.

Making use of both hands, and strong impulses, Kennedy abandons any hope of precision and preconception as he creates serendipitously. Using this process of immediacy and intuition, Kennedy’s own presence in the works is expressed through raw emotion, as forms spill autonomously across the canvas.

A tangled web of lines sits on a fixed ground. The expansion of humanity nefariously creeps as the land sits in silent defiance. Temporary spaces of in-betweenness are formed as the ever-spreading of urbanisation continues to encroach natural spaces. It is to the complexity of these boundaries where Kennedy is so eagerly drawn, using presence, imagination, and abstraction as vehicles to convey a feeling at the intersection of joy, nostalgia, and trepidation.