06/14/2026
Mary Eden’s “Above the Sound”
1 Untitled (from the turnpike)
Acrylic, oil and pastel
Summers when I was a kid were spent visiting kin in Texas. Staring out the window on the road
to anywhere seemed to take up so much of my time back then. I would relish in the scenery,
imagine dipping my toes in distant creeks or appearing in the tree tops, watching everything like
a cat. I would imagine staring back at myself in that car, from far away, wondering where I was
going, if I didn’t know me. This painting reminisces on those moments in the car, just before it
gets dark. A far away place that looks like it moves a lot during the day.
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2 Venus
Acrylic, oil and pastel
In sleep, I’m often drifting over great waves of color in a field that is beyond emotion. It is only
understanding, presence, thereness. For this piece, I have attempted to translate a frame of this
interaction. The observer’s perspective of this curious horizon feels closer than the details want
to allow. The places in between the colors invite us to muse. Why do some things feel so
familiar?
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3 Andromeda
Acrylic, pastel
I see a mountain and imagine if its reflection were undisturbed, what one might feel in its
shadow. Set in another time, Andromeda recalls iterations of existences only fabled on our
plane. This may resonate with the traveler.
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4 At the lake
Acrylic, pastel
This evocative cloudscape is set over a mysterious body of water. From a Jungian view
pertaining to the psychology of dreams, a dark and solemn lake might suggest suppressed inner
knowing or the unexplored subconscious mind. I enjoy that imagery very much, and would love
to add that the overwhelming feature of the lake at this moment is the reflection. We only see
the light on the surface, or so we think. But I want to challenge the onlooker to recognize that
when we observe attentively and with patience, we see the light permeates the body. The lake is
luminous. And perhaps that does speak to the beauty and discomfort of integration.
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5 Lesba
Acrylic, pastel
From under a tree, with scattered fruit remains, I remember looking past the hill for so long that
time seemed to stop moving. I can smell the dust and earth under my feet. I wonder when the
next rain is coming. A song plays in my mind, and I think about how often I still hear it.
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6 Sullivan
Acrylic, pastel
I once saw a storm that produced these shades of green in the sky I’d never seen before. It was
terrifying, but I became enamoured of the weather. I recreated this scene by blocking out the
bottom completely in black and washing the pale green over the sky. Using dense-body custom
mixtures allows me to illuminate prismatic detail with extreme dilution - the colors that comprise
the shades begin to separate just slightly as they dry, which brings these gradients to life.
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