I’m drawn to ordinary moments that come apart under time and close attention. Sometimes these take the form of what I think of as soft transgressions: domestic disorder, a quiet bodily undoing, a dog pissing where it shouldn’t. Other times they become sealed moments: an instant of absorption so complete it suspends, a scene that feels remembered rather than witnessed.
I want to paint the ache of duration: how routine sits beside loss, how we measure, waste, and live through time. Mortality is present even in our smallest habits. I think about how we become what we look at and what we remember, how the familiar grows strange, and how intimacy rehearses its own disappearance.
Painting is how I try to stay honest about what I see. I seek neither irony nor sweetness. I paint to hold tenderness and discomfort together, to see things as they are: fallible, funny, finite.
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I want to paint the ache of duration: how routine sits beside loss, how we measure, waste, and live through time. Mortality is present even in our smallest habits. I think about how we become what we look at and what we remember, how the familiar grows strange, and how intimacy rehearses its own disappearance.
Painting is how I try to stay honest about what I see. I seek neither irony nor sweetness. I paint to hold tenderness and discomfort together, to see things as they are: fallible, funny, finite.
For more information email hello@kanaphilip.com