“…I can feel at which point in my body those emotions are coming from…”
I greet Robyn in the gallery to a backdrop of his work, which lines the entire far wall. Drills scream and hammering drowns out our conversation at times as we follow his metaphysical path through oil paint, stretching across eight 4x8 pieces of standard plywood. We travel from conspiracy theory to reincarnation, make our way over the primordial ground to heated lasers, bathtubs and radio with a few pit stops along the way.
“…I will try to be extremely simple…”
