A single oblique stroke in deep forest green asserts itself against the void with the quiet authority of a Barnett Newman zip stripped of its canvas - what remains is pure axial insistence, nothing more. Brendan Osei's mark refuses neither centre nor margin but occupies both simultaneously, collapsing the binary that Western pictorial tradition has long taken for granted.
A single oblique stroke in deep forest green asserts itself against the void with the quiet authority of a Barnett Newman zip stripped of its canvas - what remains is pure axial insistence, nothing more. Brendan Osei's mark refuses neither centre nor margin but occupies both simultaneously, collapsing the binary that Western pictorial tradition has long taken for granted.
- Curatorial note, wifärt gallery