Terrain is my state of mind. Dripping paints, transparent washes, layered forms cast openings. Moldy earth, fermented air, algaed cesspool, decayed vegetation beget elements. Oozing flesh, bloated veins, pungent mucus form ripe passages in lost havens. Terrain is no state of mine.

Vi Ly, 1999










Terrain # 14, 90" x 60" oil on canvas