With a few notable exceptions, landscape painting and abstraction operate on separate planes, and ne'er the twain shall meet. Brooklyn-based painter Benjamin King ignores this illusory boundary, with raw and expressive interpretations of natural landscapes. The works on canvas distill the feelings and sensations of the nature scenes -- without accurately depicting them. As he explains in a statement:
These pictures seem to fail as landscapes, while succeeding as abstractions, yet inextricably remain landscapes. Or maybe they walk a line that removes them from both categories. Either way it is a world that has been chewed up and frozen. The physicality of the surface and the cartoon-like simplification of the imagery undermines seeing the work as only a landscape painting. Brushstrokes and textures mimic the feeling of nature more than they literally describe it. It is like there are two separate systems of logic at work in these paintings. One that defines it in terms of familiar symbols for winter and the landscape and another abstract logic that seems connected to an intuitive sensibility.