A year ago, I attended “Surrealism” at the le Centre Pompidou in Paris, an exhibit that celebrated the 100th anniversary of the Surrealist movement.
While I knew and loved many of the works of major surrealist artists like Dali, Magritte, and Ernst, I was less acquainted with the philosophy of the movement; a rejection of rationalism and realism, and embracement of Freud’s psychoanalysis and Marxist social ideals. Surrealists believed that the rational mind repressed the power of the imagination, weighing it down with societal taboos; that the unconscious mind is a reservoir of memories, emotions, and associations that are deeply inaccessible. Accessing this mind could unlock one’s suppressed imagination.
I was intrigued by a technique called “automatism”, a method to access the unconscious mind through free-flowing drawing (or writing). As a meticulous painter and planner, an automatistic approach is at odds with my more “methodical” approach to creativity and execution. Inspired by the exhibit, I embraced free association and intuition and drew what came to me; this set of paintings is the synthesized output of the exercise.
The vases are fixed and motionless, while the emerging plants increasingly stretch and bloom beyond the confines of the vase. Though the plants and flowers integrate with the different environments, they are still bound to their point of origin: the vase.
Rebirth, 2024
Oil on canvas
10” X 8”
A bridging of worlds, 2024
Oil on canvas
14” X 11”
Chilis dry upon a red sun, 2025
Oil on canvas
20” X 20”
Orange moon illuminates wisteria, 2025
Oil on canvas
20” X 20”
Discovering the pearl, 2025
Oil on canvas
24” X 12”
Companionship, 2025
Oil on canvas
14” X 11”
The months prior to and since the Surrealism exhibit have been an interesting time for me.
It has been an era hallmarked by friends moving away, and my inability to follow them without leaving others behind. I have felt bound to this city due to my job, familial obligation, and friends, loyal to my largely self-imposed responsibilities. I have made sure to remain consistent while my surroundings change.
I have wished to reel everyone in, but my world has continued to spread; I can’t keep everyone in my vases.
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After a relentless yet successful job search, I am suddenly moving to New York City and leaving San Francisco, the center of a circle with a 60-mile radius of which I have spent my life inside, never quite more than an hour’s drive away from my childhood home.
In taking a step back and processing this set of paintings, I realize how thin I have spread myself to cover the growing distances, how I have confined myself not only to believing I can keep it all together, but that I must. If I can’t, I’ll disappoint and splinter.
It is my instinct to desperately hold on, but a vase can hardly sustain an ever-expanding network. Only in shattering my vases can I instead nurture an endless, interconnected garden.