Karl Pilato

There is something transfixing about bare, partially lit tree branches. Lines appear and disappear, passing through light and shadow. They crisscross intricately and reach wildly out while being elegantly contained. So much motion and such perfect stillness. There is unending mystery in these formal contradictions, and they are the same qualities that I pursue in my paintings. 
 
I feel my way through a painting, finding clarity without following predetermined ideas. I weave lines through one another, sensing where they can and cannot go. The ground, or pale color with which I first cover the canvas, continually reemerges as an enlivened emptiness. With searching lines and transparent colors, I carve out a rhythmic network. My process is both spontaneous and carefully measured. I aim for a composition that opens and closes and rises and falls in continual movement yet feels balanced like the serenity of a tree.
 

Read a longer essay about my process and philosophy