Greg Kuppinger
Growing up I remember sitting at the table with my father. When the sun would shine in through the trees outside, he would always ask, “How would you paint that?”. That has always stuck with me and I have been fascinated with the effects of light on objects and what can’t be seen in the absence of light.
Sandpaper Paintings
Sand, the transient, impermanence of being.
Like sand, we are individuals among the multitudes. Always changing and eventually fading away. The figures in my paintings emerge from the grains of sand as the highlights are rendered through a scumbling technique and fade away back into the grains in the shadows.