Rob Voerman
Silent, tense, cataclysmic. I made a list of adjectives to describe Rob Voerman’s paintings and those three topped the list. It won’t take you very long to figure out why. Voerman’s work seems like a film without dialogue where strange factories belch out destruction; you can almost hear a single violin sawing back and forth on a high sharp note, increasing the tension second by second. With such a strong sense of mood, I was pretty much smitten from the first glimpse. I actually felt myself getting a little frantic just from looking through each piece. I don’t know how to describe any better than the three words at the beginning of this post, so I won’t try.
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