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LANGUAGE AS MARK

On the TEXT Works of Dominic J. Lopez

Language becomes mark.
A mark becomes direction.

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The TEXT works form a parallel body of language inside my studio practice. The poems are written alongside the paintings. They are not captions and they are not explanations. They function the way marks function on canvas. Words become material. Each line is placed with weight, direction, and pause.


Individually a poem reads like a short transmission. Together the works form a field of thought. Twenty one poems now sit inside the sequence. They begin to reveal a vocabulary that mirrors the structure of the paintings. Direct gestures. Compressed symbols. Meaning carried as much by silence as by statement.

 

The language remains spare and declarative. Lines arrive as short statements rather than description. The restraint is deliberate. In the same way a brushstroke can carry pressure and intention, a line of text can do the same. The poems behave like marks. Each phrase lands and leaves space around it.


Navigation runs through the body of work. Early pieces move through uncertainty. Paths. Fields. Systems of accountability. Environments that must be read rather than controlled. The speaker moves through structures of expectation while trying to maintain integrity.

 

From there the poems widen into relationship. Works such as C’est Vous, Chateau Light, and When Its Sacred introduce intimacy and devotion. These pieces acknowledge tenderness. Love and attachment operate as forces equal to ambition or strategy. The terrain being navigated is emotional as well as structural.

 

The series then turns toward power and agency. Empress in a Wet Dress, Fallen King, and Autonomous examine visibility, consequence, and leadership. These works observe how influence circulates through culture while asking a direct question:

 

Who is actually steering the course?

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Later poems move toward philosophy. Bushido proposes the idea of a personal code. Set Me Free and Dichotomous explore liberation and polarity. Bubbles introduces a moment of simplicity. Red Maze adds patience to the sequence. Some systems resolve only after pressure is released.


Near the end of the series Bridging the Gap becomes a threshold. The poem describes the quiet step forward. Reflection gives way to action. After navigating systems, relationships, and codes, the voice decides to cross.

 

The final gesture, 22/7 or π, refuses closure. Instead it expands the horizon. Infinity replaces conclusion. The inquiry continues.

 

Taken together the poems suggest a life made of crossings. Paths are chosen. Fields are navigated. Codes are adopted. Relationships are held sacred. Eventually the journey opens again toward the unknown.

 

What these works reveal is that my studio practice does not end at the surface of a painting. The same impulses present in the visual work appear in the writing. Symbolic language. Stark gestures. A balance between chaos and clarity.

 

Many artists write, but the writing often sits outside the work. In the TEXT series language and image grow from the same instinct. Each poem becomes another mark inside the same composition.

 

The paintings speak through gesture and symbol. The poems speak through breath and thought. Together they suggest that the studio is not a fixed place. It is an ongoing act of crossing. One mark. One line. One step forward.

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Dominic J. Lopez Studio

SELECTED TEXTS

This Path.jpg

This Path ≠ Recommend

2025

Acrylic and spray paint on canvas, diptych

30 x 80 in (76 x 203 cm)​

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The One Walking​

 

Can you see a way through

 

my body bruised

black and blue

 

a tram line

or snow falling

through pine

 

dark gathers

light finds a seam

 

you ask for direction

 

from who

 

it is the one walking

the path is you

Burner.jpg

Held to Account

2022

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

40 x 30 in (102 x 76 cm)

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Le Café Marly

 

I do it for the moments

the ones that demand everything

 

for the souls

who look at you

and do not blink

 

along the path

they are the mirror

you cannot turn away

 

across the courtyard

the pyramid holds the sky

as if light itself were weight

 

and here

with coffee gone cold

I understand

 

this is not leisure

 

I am laying my life

on the line

for this

 

for the love

of craft

 

for the romance

that does not promise safety

 

the stone keeps the day’s last heat

long after the sun is gone

 

no applause

no certainty

 

only the work

returning

again

 

it tests me

 

Oh, it tests me

 

and still

I stay

Held to Account

2022

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

40 x 30 in (102 x 76 cm)

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Le Café Marly

 

I do it for the moments

the ones that demand everything

 

For the souls

who look at you

and do not blink

 

Along the path

they are the mirror

you cannot turn away

 

Across the courtyard

the pyramid holds the sky

as if light itself were weight

 

And here

with coffee gone cold

I understand

 

This is not leisure

 

I am laying my life

on the line

for this

 

For the love

of craft

 

For the romance

that does not promise safety

 

The stone keeps the day’s last heat

long after the sun is gone

 

No applause

no certainty

 

Only the work

returning

again

 

It tests me

 

Oh, it tests me

 

And still

I stay

In Captivity Drop Shadow.jpg

In Captivity

2024

Acrylic on canvas​

40 x 30 in (102 x 76 cm)

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Remembering Sunlight​

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Black and white

the mind draws its walls

names them truth

calls them the world

 

and still I am free

 

In captivity

and still I am free

 

because the spirit remembers the sunlight

not the borders we make

not the arguments of black and white

 

something older than the mind

something that never learned to divide

 

and in that light

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the spirit remembers 

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it was never in captivity 

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Targets in the Field

2023

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

30 x 40 in (91 x 122 cm)

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More Zeros​

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More zeros
more heroes
more uncertainty
the truest beauty

more miracles
go ahead
leave that one blank

the homegrown temporary known
adjust the crutches
empty tank


still breathing

patience Devi
plastic flowers cannot love
but the heart can

the art of letting go
basking in the light
back to life

empty hands

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C'est Vous

2025

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

24 x 36 in (61 x 91 cm)

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Falling for Your Soul

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Falling for your soul

is my only chance at wisdom

 

the pursuit

is the only thing

that refused my pretending

 

all this time

the way I loved myself

was rehearsal

 

it’s you

it’s always you

 

and when the road shifted

we paved another

even in rain

 

a source of counsel

a lover

the nearest shape of the divine

 

where else

does understanding live

if not between

your heart and mine

 

a tree of life

 

a child

who does not yet know

what darkness costs

 

wisdom stretches out her hand

 

and I reach

tu me manques drop.jpeg

Tu me manques

2023

Acrylic on mirror​

48 x 20 in (122 x 51 cm)

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Chateau Light

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The beauty
in the beauty
all this time

Chateau light
afternoon shine
pool water breathing
something to believe in

lounge out
unwind
summer holding still

all this time
you were
just missing from me

I miss you

atlas Shruggs.jpg

South Facing

2025

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas, diptych​

24 x 48 in (61 x 122 cm)

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Party, Hardly​

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​​Spilt San Pellegrino

the only mountain I know

is Mount Pellegrino

 

the climb lives in my backyard

 

not Sunset Boulevard

but a picture-perfect postcard

 

bubbles and lemon

bietole — olio e limone —

fresh lemon chard

 

where color comes from heat

and love tastes like salt air

 

I keep mistaking it for home

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pressed into paint

that remembers

what hands cannot hold

At The Table.jpg

House Rules

2023

Acrylic and oil on canvas​

36 x 48 in (91 x 122 cm)

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At the Table â€‹

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I try my best

albeit expectations

what are those

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trying is dying

place your bets accordingly

this is the house house

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only being

only seeing

only feeling

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you know

the plot do what it do

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at the table

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in the foothills of Palermo

a Sicilian handshake

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passing pasta con le sarde breaking bread

olive oil dripping like paint off canvas

thoughts in the head

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lets meet again

for the first time

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this time I gotta be

what I gotta be

Tomahawk Drop copy.jpg

Tomahawk Squeeze

2021

Acrylic and spray paint on canvas​

30 x 40 in (76 x 102 cm)

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When Its Sacred​

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I cant exist
without you

when its sacred
you hold it

in the only place
it was ever meant
to be held

almanac drop.jpg

Almanac

2024

Acrylic and spray paint on canvas​

40 x 60 in (102 x 152 cm)

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Drawback​

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Maybe not doing is the doing

and all the go-getting

that the go-getting

ceased to reveal the true you

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draw back

observing the divine almanac

a quiet, unfolding rhythm

that’s certainly

the most beautiful canvas

for you to look at

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AdamsApple copy.jpg

The Motion

2023

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

30 x 24 in  (76 x 61 cm)

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Not the Faintest Notion​

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The only person i see
in the crowd
is you

rolling through the cliffs
Malibu

I thought i'd stay
savoring summertime
with you

hair floating in the wind
eyes closed

crossing the finish line
riding the coastline

what does it feel like

when a moment
knows it's disappearing

whether it was only
a snapshot
Fuji

or something
time refuses
to let go of

the sun
the road
God's place
the PCH
your face

the motion

not the faintest notion

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Empress copy.jpg

Empress in a Wet Dress

2023

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

53 x 77 in  (135 x 196 cm)

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This Sunshine Ain't for Everybody​

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An empress
in a wet dress

a new level
a new devil

go ahead
beautiful baby
dry off

this sunshine
ain’t for everybody

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Fallen King

2023

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

36 x 36 in  (91 x 91 cm)

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Deep in the Game​

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Set the pieces
beautiful baby

black B8
dark G8

files
ranks

forked
smothered mates

face to canvas

fallen king
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checkmate

Autonomous.jpg

Autonomous

2023

Acrylic, oil stick and spray paint on canvas, diptych​

72 x 120 in  (183 x 305 cm)

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Who's Piloting​

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Im not here for long
or however long you prolong
the lessons

windows of perception
a glaring reflection
looking right back at you

the takeoff
the shine

sit back beautiful baby
recline

past
present
future

what even is time

so high up here


you start to see
the unseen

branded humans
silk screen

light beaming
like a dream

what is reality really

other than blessings


on blessings

Bushido.jpg

Bushido

2022

Acrylic on canvas​

30 x 40 in  (76 x 102 cm)

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The warrior

will know

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when to move

when to wait

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flowers

bloom

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Set Me Free copy.jpg

Set Me Free

2021

Acrylic, oil stick and spray paint on canvas​

45 x 75 in  (114 x 191 cm)

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The Gate Opens​

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When I look into those eyes
innocence and joy running loose

something that was never meant
to return

the dance of life
already choreographed

still we ride

moving fast
bareback bronco
one hand on the saddle
the other in the air

heart sliding

glissando

sparks everywhere

love a dangerous rodeo
only the wind between us

the gate opens

set free

Set Me Free

2021

Acrylic, oil stick and spray paint on canvas​

45 x 75 in  (114 x 191 cm)

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The Gate Opens​

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When I look into those eyes
innocence and joy running loose

something that was never meant
to return

the dance of life
already choreographed

still we ride

moving fast
bareback bronco
one hand on the saddle
the other in the air

heart sliding

sparks everywhere

love a dangerous rodeo
only the wind between us

the gate opens

set free

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D2.jpg

Dichotomous

2022

Acrylic on canvas, diptych​

12 x 24 in  (30 x 61 cm)

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Uncommon Dialogue​

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Black and white
or the quiet portion of each
living inside the other

we speak as if the world
must divide itself
to be understood

yet every boundary
leans toward conversation

an uncommon dialogue
beneath the surface
of what we think we see

existence slowly uncovering
layer after layer

until the difference
between one way and another
begins to dissolve

and we notice

what we called opposite
was only the mind
searching for balance

each path
merely another turn

in the same mystery
learning how to reveal itself

Only Life.jpg

Bubbles

2021

Acrylic on canvas​

26 x 26 in  (114 x 191 cm)

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Only Life​

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Being alive

like the sand castle

built by a child

they don’t waste time

bubbles in soda lime

showing you all about life

and just when you think you see it all

they reveal another part

the hidden pattern

that’s what it’s about

creative art

 

nephew knows best

a wealth of clarity

through the eyes of a five year old

Red Maze Drop.jpg

Red Maze

2023

Acrylic and spray paint on paper​

18 x 12 in  (46 x  30 cm)

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It's Going to Solve Itself​

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Its going
to solve
itself

ride the champion
no hands on this course
roll of quarters
mechanical horse

dressage to risk arbitrage
all these events
just a mirage

drop the two bits
let it go

the strongest line of defense
is patience

solely for the sake of mastery
let me tell you
beautiful baby

its going
to solve
itself

Bridging the Gap Dropshadow.jpg

Bridging the Gap

2023

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

20 x 24 in  (51 x 61 cm)

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Today is the Day​

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Bridging the gap

zero to one
a to b
a quiet crossing
no crowd
just the step

how to love
a message from above
carried in wind
carried in light

the lonely road
solitary
long miles of silence
between trees

honeysuckle
juneberries
summer breathing
through leaves

the only way through
is the shine
a narrow opening
in the mind

grand jeté
a leap of faith
air beneath the step

creating room
the debut
a clearing in the field

stay golden sunny boy

today is the day

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22/7 or π

2025

Acrylic and oil stick on canvas​

30 x 24 in  (114 x 191 cm)

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22/7

 

or π

 

close

but how close is close

 

a lifetime of irrational travel

 

every step a fraction of something greater

every turn a repetition that never ends

 

strap in beautiful baby

it keeps going

and the horizon never crystallizes

© 2026 by DOMINIC J. LOPEZ, INC

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