Peter Joseph

Elcombe, 2013

The world has shrunk. We are saturated
with knowledge, so-called facts, blinded
to the simple acceptance of our existence.

Painting is a simple clarity, an interpretation
without proof and yet a meaning to what
we can no longer name.

Tone, the sensitivity of light and dark,
is missing from modern life. It has been
superseded by shape, the crude definition
of personality. We are dependent on the
toppling mass of scientific evidence for
our reality or the alternative, our subjective
truth. The latter is the terrifying risk, the
loneness, and yet to me the infinite

Peter Joseph

Ed. by Matthew Higgs, Peter Joseph, London: Lisson Gallery; Brussels: Galerie Meert Rihouux, 1998, p. 24.