February 11, 2003
Colors green and soothing, textures alternately smooth and rough. Light reflects off the surface, washing out the color momentarily. But, as clouds pass overhead, the bleached out hue returns to its natural vividness. Stroll a bit further and see lines that twist and turn and jut from one end of the canvas to the other, forming shapes both realistic and fantastical. Around the corner in the next room, fixtures hang above and invite you to crane your neck, looking upward. Pieces rotate here, sway to and fro there. The motion is mesmerizing. Outside, you see the sun is shining again.