Stephen.

@steepo2019

falling down the stairs, 2025. Acrylic on canvas, 84 x 65 in.

walking the cat, 2025. Acrylic on canvas, 46 x 70 in.

double take down 8th street, 2025. Acrylic on canvas, 72 x 103 in.

I look outside and want nothing more than to be alive. To experience life
with such an intensity it cuts through your teeth and leaves you
breathing. To know and really mean it, with every ounce of your being
reaching out for you to turn your head. Like a game on the concrete. Like
water rushing down your throat. Blinding light in a box with no holes. Too
many rooms to count, too many interiors to investigate, I’ll just leave
definitions at the doorstep. I’ll just leave in the wind and come back
Friday. I hear a sound with such intensity reverberating through dusty
hallways. Calling out that which way and the other. To say what’s on the
other side, just to really mean it. To say it with your whole body acting
and really mean it. Soft grip on the side of a window sitting next to you.
The thing I wanted you to see but could never explain or justify through a
contemporary lens. The eyes roll in different directions. And a little bit of
every bit of your body does too. What direction will you go when you run
out of gas? Some bones you can rest your time in or the sound in the
distance.