Collection: Ensouled by Andrew Ramiro Tirado

"As I stand in front of the work in the studio, I watch as liquid hues run in gleaming rivulets down the surface before me. I add layer upon layer of paint, cognizant that most of it will never be seen, buried somewhere below the final, fixed, visible surface. It makes me ponder relevance. If no one can see the buried layers, are they superfluous?

Or is it possible that each layer can convey intention? Can the work become ensouled; endowed with something arousing emotion or sentiment, perhaps even a spiritual or moral force? Can a work of art, so saturated, so “magnetized”, likewise transmit that ensoulment to the viewer?  

Can the work, over time, renew a person like the rain does when it saturates the parched ground?" -Andrew Ramiro Tirado