PETRICHOR ((whomp whomp))
petrichor (n.): the distinctive scent of rain on parched earth; From Greek petr(o) – (of or pertaining to stone) and ichor (a bloodlike essence flowing in the veins of gods)
Acrylic paint on reclaimed 1880’s slate roof tiles
Friday, November 4th 5:00pm – 8:00pm
Molly Sexton’s slate tile paintings are a reaction to the textures, colors and stimuli around her using only the primitive, ancient glyph of the circle and her extraordinary sense of color. Literally blind in her mind’s eye, Molly translates sensory and energetic resonance into visual images. For Molly, concentric circles imply contact: ripples, fluidity, echoes, a pulse (whomp . . . whomp).
It is as if these paintings are for listening to.
Molly has been painting since 2017, finding release first in painting formal mandalas on stones and then by exploring more abstract geometries and intuiting vibrations between colors. The slate paintings make their public debut with this exhibition.
My body is a resonant thing, made for percussion and song. My heart is a natural amphitheater. My vibe is vibration. On the inside, I am like a dervish: ecstatic, boundless. On the outside it looks as though I am merely dancing.