Repetition may exist apart from monotony, each pattern becoming a series of infinitely changing pieces. All art is remnants, however unbroken; it is memory and soul on paper, on canvas, occupying three-dimensions of space. The immaculate blank page becomes both a looking glass through which one views the world within the mind of the creator and, yet even still, a world of its own.
The generation and regeneration of the fantastical worlds were neither kin to a genius nor madman, only a man. Franklyn Evans exposes imaginings in his exquisite watercolor work. A fragment of one became the start of another, each reuse bringing with it a refreshing newness.
This practice of recycling became an integral part to Evans' body of work. And, extending upon the idea of coming back to where one has begun, circularity was an ever-present fixture in his space.
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