The filler of empty spaces. Andy Kehoe

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.

“Coming to Collect”

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Kristina Alijošiūtė
Kristina Alijošiūtė is Art Pit’s editor and blogger, also contributing in design solutions. She mostly focuses on quality and freshness of topics, but also values motivated irony and ability to stand out. Writing was always more a pleasure than an obligation to her. She also respects those who are not afraid to write subjectively. Kristina ... Read further >