...turn out the lights. Hey, yeah.

I feel like it's 3am in some dive bar someplace and one long, hairy, drunken night is coming to a close. The band is wrapping up, last call from the bar and things are kinda fuzzy, sticky and the ground swoops up at me from time to time.

Like this latest...


Life is not as black and white as my paper art. There are so many grays... but at some point you're either on the side of white or the side of black - no matter how close to the middle you are.

Pretend you're in an 8-bit RGB colorspace. You have 255 levels of brightness. At 127 and below, you're closer to black than white. Conversely, at 128 and above, you're closer to white.

So for those people who like clean lines, it's easy to say that it IS easy to peg those shades of gray into two categories. But it's still not the whole story... Black is a total absence of white. White is the opposite. What is in between? Life.

So, here I sit, pondering the complexities of love and life... knowing what the next step is, but holding off for just a bit longer...

Art makes expression less painful, I believe. It's OK to have nebulous meanings (or none at all). Even with my own very-sharply defined lines, curves and spaces, there is really much room for interpretation. I love to hear what people see in my cut paper pieces. Symbols, events, icons... leave me a note telling me what YOU see when you browse my gallery. I love to hear it.

And when the song is done, the music's over, turn out the lights when you leave. --Matt