Lacey Stinson

Planetary Landscapes are a bit out there as a genre and not typically looked upon as fine art, except by those deeply moved by science. Kids may see in them a dark mystery or an invitation to an exotic adventure. Be a kid. - How one lives and thinks is the art of one's life. Artifacts are the residual products of this. "Stick with it, son. Some things do speak for themselves...even if no one is listening." -- Music-like harmonies embedded in the paintings create a provisional, if elusive, form of understanding where the obscurity of night would otherwise make things fearfully disordered and plundered of purpose. - "I can't say what it is or where it came from, but I know it when I see it." -- I am a briefly existing cultural unit, leaving in my wake undiscovered artifacts and debris lost beneath an endless rain of meteoric dust in the long term flow of time. Like recomposing sonnets to make random noise, I wonder if civilized planets invariably become their own undoing? An undulating and difficult terrain lay ahead of us. Dissolution lives forever even when anticipating outcomes is taken seriously. I hope to raise awareness to this absurdity, that we might not perish too quickly when too quickly is avoidable. Born in Ruston, Louisiana, Lacey moved his grandparent's home 8 miles outside of town in 1998 which has become his painting studio/home. The studio/home is also a work in progress.
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