M. Blair Ligon · Computer Painting · Fine Art Prints · Rural Series

24x18"w, available only as framed & matted to 34 x 27",
graphite florentine metal: $1123

26.66 x 20" framed & matted, 36 x 29",
walnut florentine metal: special $1200

26.66 x 20": $853

29.3"x22": $1031

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Foliage made from homogenized, fractilated noise. A shelter turned inside out to release some old ghosts.

Juror's Choice Award:
The New Show, Visual Arts Exchange,
Moore Square Art District, Raleigh NC, 2004

NC State Fair, Raleigh, NC
Professional Fine Arts Competition, 2004

Fine Arts League of Cary, 11th Annual Juried Exhibition,
Cary Ballet Conservatory, Cary NC, 2005

Durham Art Guild, Annual Members Exhibition,
Durham NC, 2005

Gallery of Art and Design, Hang It Up Baby,
NCSU, 2005

Honorable Mention:
Raleigh Fine Arts Society Artists Exhibition, Frankie G. Weems Gallery,
Meredith College, Raleigh NC, 2005

Honorable Mention
Associated Artists of Winston-Salem, Winston-Salem, NC
The American Landscape, national competition, 2006

Longview Gallery, Forever Lost? Exhibition
Raleigh NC, 2007

Hannah is poised at the moment of collision between expanding symmetrical and asymmetrical elements. This tension creates a statement about dialectical modes of image-making which might be characterized as masculine and feminine organization or as deductive and empirical investigations or as kinetic and organic growth.

On another level, we see a shelter turned inside out to release some old ghosts and a new growth split and reflected to reveal the underlying iconic forms inherent in every symmetry of nature. The forms speak of those spirits gone before us and those not yet to come.

All growth is built on the decay of a forest, a body, or an idea. Out of the remains of destructive conflict comes a flurry of new growth, symbolized in Hannah by the overarching boughs and the sapling which grows at the feet of the protagonist forms.

Finally, Hannah was the woman who owned the barn and land where the source photographs for this piece were taken. It's very far from any city or town. She was a distant cousin. As a child, I sat on Hannah's concrete front stairs early every morning, waiting for the school bus. Sometimes it was cold and I built small fires on the steps, but she never came out and I never went in. That's just the way it is with palindromes. ­Blair Ligon