LUKE SWANSON//ARTIST BIO
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Luke's work is not merely an expression of aesthetic sensibilities but a dialogue with the very essence of being. His paintings offer a reflective mirror to the subconscious, inviting viewers to traverse their inner labyrinths alongside him. Each stroke is a symbiotic dance between medium and emotion, capturing the introspection and raw purity of an artist who paints not for fame, commerce, or critique, but for the sheer necessity of release. Luke's artistic journey is both a personal pilgrimage and a collective inquiry into the nature of existence. His canvases are imbued with the spirit of philosophical greats, translating complex emotions into visuals that resonate on a primordial level.
He challenges viewers to contemplate existence beyond the surface level, encouraging a deeper engagement with life's existential questions. His paintings become a canvas for meditation, prompting a contemplative state where one can grapple with the abstract concepts that define our understanding of self and the world around us. His art serves as a catalyst for catharsis, not only for himself but also for those who encounter his work. It is a shared experience, where the act of viewing becomes an act of emotional and intellectual release—a journey towards a greater sense of awareness and enlightenment.
The words and colors used invite introspection and self-reflection, offering a space in which individuals can confront and understand their emotions in a safe and non-judgmental way. His canvases become silent advocates for mental well-being, suggesting that engagement with one's inner world through art can be a powerful step towards healing and balance. Through his commitment to expressing the intricacies of the human condition, Luke not only elevates his own experiences but also shines a light on the importance of mental health, encouraging society to embrace the therapeutic virtues of art and the necessity of caring for our psychological landscapes.
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"I want to confess as best I can,
But my heart is void.
The void is a mirror - I see my face
And feel loathing and horror.
My indifference to men has shut me out.
I live in a world of ghosts,
A prisoner in my dreams.
Yet you do not want to die? Yes, I do.
What are you waiting for? Knowledge.
You want a guarantee.
Call it what you will.
Is it so hard to conceive of God
With one's senses?
Why must He hide himself in a mist of
Vague promises and invisible miracles?
Why can I not kill the God within me?
Why does He go on living
In a painful, humiliating way?
I want to tear Him out of my heart.
But He remains a mocking reality,
Which I cannot get rid of.
I want knowledge, not belief.
And not surmise - I want knowledge.
This life, a senseless terror -
No man can live with Death and know
Everything is for nothing.
Oh, I see - we must make an idol of fear
And call it God.
I know it is the same for all, but I want to use my respite
For one significant action"
-MIZMOR
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