Geoffrey Bankowski
Most every day for the last twenty years, I wake up, worry about something, and then wonder about quietly making something. Trained as a poet in Michigan (MFA, University of Michigan), for many years this meant to work and wrestle and plead with words, which I love to do. Early into a decade in Brooklyn, NY, years ago, however, I became in great need of wordless conversation. I reached far back to an initial, abandoned practice of visual art and began to gather and confront discarded paper, to stare and listen, tear it with my hands, and affix it to other paper. Gradually, this came to include pencil and ink, abstract work with oils, and more recently, representational drawing and boxes of light.