In these moody, contemplative and lonely works, battlefields hesitantly begin to give way to forces of growth; animals return to destruction-scarred locations, now neglected by their departed human lords, bringing with them natural balance, hazy potential, and new peace.
Like trying to understand why we fall in love, the gamut of explanations for why we collect art is at once highly diverse yet difficult to nail down.
Bahen paints like no one else in Toronto, modernizing classical impasto handling and earthy palettes by interpreting the catastrophes of twenty first-century societal conflict.