Have you seen the video of a dolphin playing with a plastic bag as it floats in the ocean, subsequently getting trapped by it (don't worry, he eventually escapes)? Whales, seals, dolphins, and turtles ingest these bags and less than one percent of the one million plastic bags used per minute are recycled. If you haven't already done so, it's time to make a conscious change. Get reusable cloth bags and stop using plastic. Even better, get an Envirosax bag and you can have one of my paintings on it.
That's right. While this is not my usual thing, when Envirosax contacted me by way of the Surfrider Foundation, interested in using one of my paintings on their bags, I checked out their back story and mission and couldn't refuse. Theirs is a great company with a conscience: We believe in environmental sustainability. Plastic bags clog drains and cause flooding. They pollute rivers and streams, killing animals and destroying plantlife. They take years to photodegrade and have a very short life span. Envirosax provide a compelling alternative to the plastic bags which are doing so much damage to our planet.
(Mine is the one on the far left! The original painting is called Cambay.)
Showing posts with label ned evans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ned evans. Show all posts
Monday, January 23, 2012
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
It's showtime. INSIDE THE PRISM is ready to roll.

It's been an incredibly busy week around here, so my apologies for not writing sooner. My William Turner Gallery show, Inside The Prism, has just been installed and the opening is this Saturday, November 7th, from 6:30 to 8:30. Hope you can make it to Bergamot and join in the arty festivities!
I'll post photos from the opening next week.
Until then,
happy November.
Labels:
art receptions,
ned evans,
william turner gallery
Monday, October 26, 2009
Countdown
Another one from my upcoming show at William Turner - opening is Saturday, November 7th, from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m.. Mark your calendars. I'd love to see you there. This one, Cremesicle, measures in at 80"h x 72"w.

A very close companion wrote this about my upcoming show. Hope it inspires you to check out what coexists "Inside The Prism":
Inside the prism, hues twist and torque, hazy in spots, vivid and electrified in others. At once atmospheric and otherworldly, the newest paintings from artist Ned Evans are a carnivale trompe l’oeil – a sumptuous, gorgeous ride of unexpected colors twisted around one another. While some are more terrestrial, grounded by the strong vertical lines and solid colors that create a stable foundation for the refractions speaking in the foreground, most of these works are wonderfully, transcendentally orbital. Purity of color and expression seem to drive the cosmos of these spacey tendrils. Released from rigid cerebral tenacity, this collection is about intensity and emotion from the core; it’s as though a sort of automatism takes over until the creator is completely spent or the painting is finished. Sometimes these events are simultaneous, sometimes one overrides the other. Whichever occurs, the result is a verdant mix of fractures, interwoven stripes of sound and color, begging you to climb into the glowing tableaus and experience a planetary shift. Calling Major Tom. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.

A very close companion wrote this about my upcoming show. Hope it inspires you to check out what coexists "Inside The Prism":
Inside the prism, hues twist and torque, hazy in spots, vivid and electrified in others. At once atmospheric and otherworldly, the newest paintings from artist Ned Evans are a carnivale trompe l’oeil – a sumptuous, gorgeous ride of unexpected colors twisted around one another. While some are more terrestrial, grounded by the strong vertical lines and solid colors that create a stable foundation for the refractions speaking in the foreground, most of these works are wonderfully, transcendentally orbital. Purity of color and expression seem to drive the cosmos of these spacey tendrils. Released from rigid cerebral tenacity, this collection is about intensity and emotion from the core; it’s as though a sort of automatism takes over until the creator is completely spent or the painting is finished. Sometimes these events are simultaneous, sometimes one overrides the other. Whichever occurs, the result is a verdant mix of fractures, interwoven stripes of sound and color, begging you to climb into the glowing tableaus and experience a planetary shift. Calling Major Tom. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
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