CURRENT EXHIBITION

Presenting the Art of Curtis Doherty

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CURTIS WAS BORN IN WALKERTON, ONTARIO IN 1991, AND GRADUATED WITH HONOURS FROM SHERIDAN COLLEGE'S VISUAL & CREATIVE ARTS PROGRAM IN 2011. HE HAS BEEN APART OF MANY EXHIBITIONS AND SHOWS IN CANADA AND WORLDWIDE, OFTEN IN EUROPE.

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ARTIST STATEMENT

Hi, my name is Curtis, a creation of God, and I am 5 years old. My mom can't understand why it bothers me so much to be in a cool lit room when there is a warm lamp on at the same time.
Every time I see something that I like, I can't help but to draw it.

TIMES PASSES BY, WIND HOWLS, SUN SHINES, GOD SPEAKS

I am Curtis and am now in your present day. The memories roll into the mind like clouds, seg me nts wifting and fading away but swirls of soft pinks and pale blues saturate as they curl inwards. Bringing back the past has brought sense to me through mother. Sensitivities to visual temperature are the fingers tightly knit together that hold my skin draped over ivory bone. The overflow of the past's excitement has a new light. Black and white lines shatter and fall off the desk harshly onto the floor. From the ceiling leaks drips of vibrant temperature...
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                                 drips of light and shadow splash
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                                 drips of form and shape splatter
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the desk and swirling about in a puddle, creating depth from the ceiling in the uniform space. Alas, a drink to quench the thirst of my eyes. I start to blink, faster and faster and... clarity. Exhale. It makes sense. From dust we were created, from dust was paint given it's pigmented colour. All coming together in a whirlwind of creation, has birthed a creative whirlwind upon me; in me.

                                             I AM TO PAINT. I MUST PAINT.

                              Suddenly the room in my body is consistently lit.


Curtis Doherty
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