Helicon: First Light — A Gestural Abstract
Mount Helicon was sacred before anyone decided it was. The Greeks didn't build a temple there and then declare it holy — it already was. Home to the Muses, source of two springs that allegedly gave poets the ability to speak true things, a mountain that existed at the intersection of the divine and the made-up, which if you think about it is exactly where all creative work lives anyway.
Helicon: First Light is about that moment before the story has a shape. Before the horse has a name. Before the figure with the lyre has played a single note. The marks came first — the color, the movement, all that gorgeous unresolved energy — and then out of it came figures that were always there, just waiting for the light to find them.
A horse mid-leap. Doves that have somewhere to be. A figure in the upper right who has seen this all before and is completely unbothered by it.
First light on a sacred mountain looks a lot like chaos. That's the point.