Where Is He Climbing?

December 12, 2011

By Amy Zurcher

This mixed media piece definitely evokes a sense of grittiness and the waxy encaustic finish brings to mind the outside touch of deeply glossed eggplant. The dark colors, primitive man and bones emerging from the ground suggest a gripping story as all good art, worthy to be looked upon, often should. I adore that the artist, SCAD alumnus Marcus Kenney, counterbalances this somewhat eerie scene with a sweetness that I find recurring in his work by employing paper doilies, lined school paper, solitary blue bird and one, almost unexpected, happy little tree. I could spend hours wondering what he is climbing to or away from. It is this sensational ability to make me ponder that makes me truly dig this piece.

Artist: Marcus Kenney (Untitled)
Medium: Mixed Media
($1,150) Available at shopSCAD

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