Another artifact unearthed for Playing Chicken With God.

Another work-in-progress emerging from the growing body of paintings for Playing Chicken With God.

This piece feels less like an image and more like an apparition — something half-forming, half-dissolving. A violet flame suspended in blackness. A shape caught between presence and disappearance.

What interests me right now is not clean symbolism, but instability. The moment where something sacred begins to reveal itself before the mind can fully categorize it. I’ve been pushing deeper into glazing, translucency, and surface tension — allowing light to behave almost like memory: difficult to hold onto, impossible to fully erase.

The black surface isn’t empty. It’s active. It swallows, softens, conceals. The violet emerges out of it like a signal trying to survive transmission.

A lot of these new works are operating like emotional artefacts rather than illustrations. They’re becoming less about depicting an idea and more about generating a psychological atmosphere the viewer has to physically sit inside of.

At this point I’m around 50 paintings deep into the PCWG body of work, and I can feel the visual language tightening. The materials are starting to obey the emotional intent instead of fighting against it.

That changes everything.

This exhibition was never meant to be passive viewing.

It’s confrontation.

It’s surrender.

It’s transmission.