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Lexicon series 88 oil/tempera on linen 26" x 25" 2006










Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 9"x 8" 2006









Lexicon series 84 oil/tempera on linen 27" x 26" 2006












Ink, 9h pencil water color and oil pastel on paper 15"x 14" 2006









Lexicon series 86 oil/tempera on linen 27" x 26" 2006









Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004









Tonight at noon oil on linen 64" x 74" 2003










Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 10" x 11" 2006









Istance oil on linen 74" x 78" 2003










Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 9"x 8" 2006









Fixtion oil on linen 74" x 78" 2003










Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004










Ink, 9h pencil and oil pastel on paper 12 x 13










Graphite, 9h pencil and ink on paper 30 x 22 inches 2004









Four triangles oil & enamel on linen 74" x 74" 2000





Link oil on linen 65" x 74" 2004






Land 1976 oil on linen 2000







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









 "Lexicon series"40 oil/tempera on linen 2005




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




 
Ink, graphite and oil pastel graph paper 16.5 x 11.5 2003


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