Landscapes of the Mind 

            Landscape paintings are reflections of memory, and distortions of reality. No matter how a landscape is painstakingly painted, it will never truly be a landscape, only a canvas layered in paint.

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            So what is it about a landscape that draws us in? Is it the photorealistic representation of reality, or is it the parts of unreality, where the painting confronts us with a stroke of color or fuzzy detail reminding us that what we are seeing is, in fact, just a painting?

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            Every painting is a lie, an impostor, pretending to be that which it can never truly be. Truly good paintings, I believe, can balance the lie of pretending, and the truth of transcending. It can mix the unreality of its concepts and the truth of its physicality to become something more than paint and canvas.

            It becomes a work of art.