Patrick Cox

I'd like to believe that my efforts license contemplation from which some worldly being might return renewed.

I'm perennially asked what things 'mean'. Personal meaning, gleaned by anyone not-me, would give me great pleasure, but often viewers truffle after meaning and having 'cracked it' to their satisfaction that's it. Curtains. The mystical union of opposites or some such nonsense. 

For myself I see no codes or riddles. It is painting's silence which makes me do that instead of writing.

I hope there is some of that fusion of accident and intent which makes any artwork 'sing', and which derives from the attempt to concentrate one-pointedly, without words - which can take hours to expel.

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