Glimpses of Playing Chicken With God

There’s something important about allowing people to witness fragments before they witness the whole.

These works are not finished pieces. They are signals. Residue. Early transmissions from a body of work still in the process of revealing itself.

At this point, I’m roughly 50 paintings deep into the development of Playing Chicken With God, and the visual language continues to evolve through repetition, erosion, layering, and return. Symbols emerge before they are understood. Forms circle themselves. Colour behaves less like decoration and more like emotional frequency — violet, gold, black, and white acting as pressure points rather than palette choices.

What’s becoming increasingly clear throughout this process is that the work is not interested in perfection. It’s interested in confrontation.

Some marks arrive softly and luminous. Others feel scorched into the surface. Certain gestures repeat across canvases like ritual movements — as if the paintings themselves are attempting to remember something.

These glimpses exist somewhere between abstraction and invocation.

Not explanations.Not conclusions.

Just evidence that the world of PCWG is continuing to deepen beneath the surface.