The Way Forward — Articulating The Unknown

2021 - 2022

Balance of Power: The Precipice, oil on canvas, 72 x 48” 2022

Abyss, oil on panel, 48 x 72" 2020 (sold)

Passage: Earth and Sky, oil on canvas, 48 x 72” 2022

Song Of The Birches, oil on birch panel (diptych), 40x80" 2021

Self-Portrait as La Gioconda Holding The Weight of History, oil on panel, 24x18" 2021

Other related works:

Protected Within The Prisms Of Her Mind, oil on linen, 24x36"
Protected Within The Prisms of Her Mind (Her Ancestors Were In The Water), oil on linen, 24x36" 2019

Awakening In The Depths, oil on linen, 30x24" 2019

Treading In TimeSpace, oil on canvas, 48x36", 2017

Maeve Transcending The Past, oil on linen, 30x24", 2018 (sold)

Waxing Gibbous Over Calm Waters, oil on panel, 10x8", 2019 (sold)

The Mind’s Eye - Beyond Words

These are recent works that are still coming to fruition. They hover beyond the fathomable; in the outer reaches of mind beyond and outside words. Mythology is a metaphor for our reality. And words can help clarify the tangible form that bubbles out from the subconscious. In poetry, like painting, one can attempt an explanation of that which does not easily cross the boundary between experience and explanation. Perhaps through art there can exist a bridge. A link to something lost yet hovering just there; the thing unsaid that is still blossoming along the periphery. Perhaps it grows more vivid with every attempt at failed description. Here there is more to articulate in paint and more to be said. From this place of seeking, paintings are birthed as the unknowable and intangible is pushed, pulled, and coerced into form. When we make inner power visible, we can sometimes allow others to grow new eyes to see.
Song of the Birches

The birches sang of longing

As the way I held to the path

grew false, intangible

In its dreamlike coating

Time became corrupted

the pace of my steps

wove the pathway outward

Into certainty

When I left the forest

I kept only the eyes

And the song I sang back

As reality was strung more vivid,

More fantastic

A seasonless winter

In the webbing of mind

How I Remember It, A Poem

The forest pulled inward

To funnel my senses

Across parallel experiences

Into a column of attention

It held me entranced

A vortex of heightened perception

To stand witness

As time became corrupted, trivial

My previous life awash

With a false overlay

As the way I held to the path

Grew intangible

And the pace of my steps

Wove a new future outward

Into unyielding certainty

A voice, blue as open sky

Not a whisper,

Nor command, but a well spring

Spoke of a future that is known

Held there

In the reaching tapestry

In the peeling bark

In the ancient moss

I am not watched nor watching

I participate

In my stillness

Every sense equal

I walk away 

I walk back 

I walk toward



Dreams and Desires: On Collecting Katelyn Alain
The studio of Katelyn Alain is in Gowanus Brooklyn, NY. To inquire about available works, schedule a studio visit, a museum exhibition, visiting artist lecture, or interview please
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