I look for beauty and unease in the ordinary, how attention and time make the everyday unfamiliar. Sometimes this appears as a sort of soft transgression: a dog pissing, domestic disorder, a quiet bodily undoing. Other times it becomes what I think of as a sealed moment: an absorption so total it feels suspended, as if the world has paused around it, a scene composed to feel remembered rather than witnessed.
I want to paint the ache of duration, how companionship, care, and routine sit right next to loss; how we measure, waste, and live through time. I think of painting as a moral stance toward looking. I want neither to mock nor to sentimentalize. I try to bear witness to things as they actually are: fallible, funny, finite.
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I want to paint the ache of duration, how companionship, care, and routine sit right next to loss; how we measure, waste, and live through time. I think of painting as a moral stance toward looking. I want neither to mock nor to sentimentalize. I try to bear witness to things as they actually are: fallible, funny, finite.
For more information email hello@kanaphilip.com