If one may begin with yet another music analog, the tactile oils of Eric Svitic can be compared to the solos of John Coltrane for their sonorous, somber, tonalities and brooding beauty. Svitic's rugged, earthy faces, sometimes scored with wound-like lines or graphic elements resembling roughly scrawled graffiti, resonate in the viewers' subconscious, often evoking a sense of existential angst.
“Conformity and acceptance versus primal instinct and violence are all concepts that place human beings in a constant state of dementia and derangement,” Svitic asserts in an artist statement, and he makes those tensions physically palpable in the pigments, as well as in the elegant funkiness of his forms. The sense of psychological unrest made manifest in material presence in explicit in both the title and the mood of the painting Svitic calls “The Internal Vortex.”