Larry Strickland

@lrys.world
lryswrld.com

The price of freedom ($2500)
MEDIUM: Oil Paint (7.5 x 4.5)

DESCRIPTIONS:
This piece speaks to the fall from ecstasy. That moment when the hands that we’re holding you above the clouds and as soon as your let go you’re reminded of how long the fall is. That fall can be a fall from love, a fall from expectations, a fall from mania, all you are left with is the feeling of a free fall

Purple isn’t a real color (woman with knife)

Our eyes perceive different wavelengths of light as different colors, but that doesn't mean every color we perceive has its own wavelength. There's no single wavelength of light that you can create to shine "pure purple light"; rather, we perceive purple when our eyes sense both red and blue light.

Usually, our eyes see loads of different wavelengths and more or less average them out - pure blue and green light together are perceived as yellow, the same as pure light in between those two. But red and blue are on opposite ends of the visible spectrum, and blue + red doesn't look like the midpoint between them, which would be some shade of green.

Instead our eyes perceive red light and blue light together as something else, purple.

Mirrors (blue vampire)

Frigid hands feel warm when you’re freezing. You find yourself in empty embraces, chasing the afterimage of something hollow. You’re left looking in the mirror. Wondering if this distorted image is a reflection of the distortion you see within, or a reflection of familiar omens, here to sap your already depleted spirit like vultures to a corpse. Mirrors are portals. What do you see in the reflection?l

BIO/ARTIST STATEMENT:
I am an avid and curious creator who uses my voice to speak on a number of personal and social issues. With my art I narrate and bring to life my own queer black experience through color and form to create a conversation with viewers