
Our general consensus is that it is in the eyes. It has to be, for there is nothing else to offer up that feeling of wrongness in the art of Marion Peck. Her palate is sunny enough, her subjects innocent enough, her landscapes full of greens and lights and other indications of virtue. But the eyes – the eyes hold none of those characteristics.
Some of us think that the eyes are that feeling you get five minutes before you find out your best friend was in a car accident, the rest of us think of them in only slightly less ominous terms, but all of us find in them the reason that we always look again. Yes, the paintings are beautiful, but it's the dreams in them that draw our attention. They are familiar, they are unfamiliar; they are disconcerting, they are comforting. They are in the eyes, vacant, but not abandoned, and we can't stop looking.
Joshspear.com: Can you share your background with our readers, please?
Marion Peck: I grew up in Seattle, W.A., and went to art school on the east coast. I did a little bit of graduate school in Italy, then dropped out of school and stayed in Italy for a few years. That had a big effect on me. Then, I was back in Seattle until five years ago, when I moved down to L.A. to live with Mark Ryden. READ MORE…




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