He is such, who lops along, puts you into emptiness and then exists so calmly that the emptiness doesn’t even dare to move or to express a quiet pretension. But he is. Prospers. Fullfillingly prospers because he has the purpose not to let the emptiness to feel empty, without ignoring the possibility that he is empty. Statically empty and full together in the empty infinity, where the boundaries of dimensions that have a measure erase themselves.
“Filler of Empty places”/ “Lost in the Forest of Madness”
“The Filler of empty places” is one of Andy Kehoe’s pieces. And also that what rises and spins around if sought. Here are a lot of mystery, which you still won’t be able to unwind enough for staying untouched.
Just who is that Andy Kehoe? He is also a partial mystery. But the mystery lies in Pennsylvania, USA. So much is known that this person was a sea merchant’s son, who was thrown into the vast of the sea during one unfortunate incident. Shortly after, he reached the islands of the Galapagos. There he was raised and in all sorts of ways mannered by iguanas. Then, after quite a long period of time, he even more mysteriously found himself on the continent of America and he is entrenched there till now. It is said that he always walks in zigzags with the goal to evade the crocodile, attempting to harm his body, or small meteorites, which, whilst falling, could hit him over the head. He lives in a constant fear of children and flying toys since when he tried to take down a kite, stuck in a tree, and almost died. So, that’s how Andy Kehoe is.
“Finding Hope Here in the Clearing”
If more seriously then – really, Andy Kehoe with his own crumb of creation. An artist and an illustrator, who helped even the New York Times but more concentrated on painting of a specific style.
The final point – a two person, brothers’, Andy Kehoe and Ben Kehoe, exhibition “ The Safest Place in the World” in Chicago. It’s interesting, what is that safest place? Although, I already have a clue…
“Good Thoughts Drift Elsewhere” /“After the Flood, Trust Waivers”
By the way, he is also so when hope is resting in quiet fields and when good thoughts drift somewhere else. The entirety, which breathes a strange calmness but that more aggressive one, seems intending to explode right away, right into your subconsciousness, when you least expect it. And precisely because aggression here is obvious, it becomes calm and a bit hidden. A creature, showing his sharp teeth, will come to collect you to that emptiness mysteriously, so it’s better to be alert. But no, hope also looks angry. There is nothing left there, where you could brew trust. Be careful.