Daryl Tankersley

I paint verbal pictures of how man lost touch with the requisite adoration of his earth, how his own technologies enslave his own race and how the natural universal order leaves his (wrongful) efforts destroyed and dismantled.

I induce densely rhythmic guitar textures that convey the swiftness of that natural universal orders' reaction to man's "progress" and leave the unresolved dissonance as the futility of man's inability (at large) to learn.

I quilt grand collages amalgamating the superfluousness of man with the raw minimalism of the natural world; overall, highlighting organic effortlessness and man's vanity with intricate image editing and placement.

I am a product of a honest, wholesome upbringing; increasingly bolstered by an artistic confidence, sincerity of heart and a desire to maintain true intentionality.

I also have the serendipitous fortune to have been born on the day and month that The Rite of Spring was first heard by the public, and it is fitting that I would consider the composition the most important piece of music ever written. So last year I was able to perform my solo guitar reduction of the full 44-piece orchestral score on my 28th birthday...the 100th anniversary of that infamous public debut. Quite an event.