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| Lexicon series 88 oil/tempera on linen 26" x 25" 2006 |
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| Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 9"x 8" 2006 |
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| Lexicon series 84 oil/tempera on linen 27" x 26" 2006 |
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| Ink, 9h pencil water color and oil pastel on paper 15"x 14" 2006 |
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Lexicon series 86 oil/tempera on linen 27" x 26" 2006
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| Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004 |
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| Tonight at noon oil on linen 64" x 74" 2003 |
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| Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 10" x 11" 2006 |
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| Istance oil on linen 74" x 78" 2003 |
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| Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 9"x 8" 2006 |
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| Fixtion oil on linen 74" x 78" 2003 |
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| Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004 |
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| Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 12 x 13 |
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| Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004 |
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Four triangles oil & enamel on linen 74" x 74" 2000
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Link oil on linen 65" x 74" 2004
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Land 1976 oil on linen 2000
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| Here, over and around about oil on linen 65" x 74" 2001/04 |
I was several thousand miles away when I found this page. I knew the name of course. But the hand. I forgot how well I knew the hand. There was a period of my life in New York when I had the privilege of meeting Mr Pagk. I can't remember the precise span of time this was but there was defintely a hot summer involved, the summer of love we may have called it. There was a generous Cuban-American with handsome manners, a beautiful French-Vietnamese doctor with a wonderful partner, some acupuncture in there too. There were hot New York streets, Brazilian dancing in Central Park on a Sunday, melting toffee-like tarmac, a tireless Welshman with a hug of genius, the smell of turpentine, exiles, exiles. The turpentine was Mr Pagk's. We were in a room on the lower west side, some tennis on the TV, a piano maybe, shoes, lots of shoes, the US Open I believe on the TV, soft waters lapping like a million Marlon Brando's outside the windows, the sun's reflection like a pot of gold. Consistently, persistently, kind of innocently too, Mr Pagk played and played - a musical instrument? - with form in space, his form, his space, a tilt here, a blast of noble blue or black there, sometimes pinned down by red, and often against white, often with something white, very white, melting ice-cap white, to settle not only the guest shape, the visiting form, but somehow your thoughts as well, as if this man with Anglo-Czech certainty continued to defy - I remember saying - anyone to stop him painting. (He was also always expertly anti-fashion.) So to see this man's work again, to wander through the 'studio' again, brings so much back to me. Except of course the smell of turps.
Peter Bach
April 26th 2006
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"Lexicon series"40 oil/tempera on linen 2005
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Aftermath oil on linen 78" x 74" 2002
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| Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004 |
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Ink, graphite and oil pastel on paper 16.5 x 11.5 2003
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| Ink, graphite and oil pastel graph paper 16.5 x 11.5 2003 |
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