MJ Benson + Joanne Parent
I love the horizon, its ever steady line of delineation between the spaces of land, sky and sea. It’s the first stroke I make on the surface, and often the last. In between are layers and layers of light and color, sprung from my memory but unbound by realism. I start with a framework, a few rules around composition or color, but it’s the tension between what I expect and what the painting is telling me that dictates the flow and finish. I work, and wait, until the ever fickle shifting between place and memory stills itself harmoniously on the canvas.
Anytime you look at the ocean, rest assured that the ocean is in fact looking back at you. Such is the case with the body of artwork first envisioned in the mind of Joanne Parent, and realized on canvas. Joanne’s fine art beckons you to contemplate the endless possibilities of nature, a true story of wind and paint. Art, like nature, is a subjective medium. Nobody can deny the ethereal experience of a low winter sunset, or the colors that accompany the fragile introduction of storm clouds meeting the sun on canvas.