"What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself felt above that of the model....With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. it strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. it is, in a way, the soul's style, and if the line ceases to have a life of it's own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies." Jean Cocteau.
We can follow the soulful line beginning at Pahlevan's paper; moving into Pinto's digital print, then Oliva's oils. It's there as Nasser Sharif's dramatic acrylic font, morphing into Digital art in Macauley's colourful kaleidoscopes. eventually emerging as the Lead/Tin/Patina sculptures of Nieuwborg. Olszewski's menacing pencil eye looks back as the line moves on through Kelly's "Three Trees", coming to rest finally amongst Gales' "Hidden Depths".
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