“The figure seems to emerge holographically from the surface like a lost energetic god in a desert of hermetically sealed domesticity.” 

Here the artist’s eye and hand are alive to the scene before her.

All this arboreal inventiveness seems right for this juncture of the Anthropocene, an exaltation at a time when we may all be called upon to reinvent the landscape.

The paper – white, ghostly, struck through its heart, floats in space like the upturned body of an impaled fish.

Howard Hodgkin’s paintings pull me in like nature does, like those moments in my backyard did.

Aylon experimented with the idea of creating paintings that revealed themselves slowly, while being changeable and elusive like the sky.

In the realm of artistic marriages, the relationship between painters Linda Griggs and Allen Hansen stands as a testament to the enduring power of creative dialogue and partnership.

That deep maroon/oxide void lures the viewer to step in past the two silver curtains on either side.

A grotesque, elaborate stage. The genius promiscuity of a witch painter, with turpentine instead of blood flowing through her veins.

These garden hacks were made for contemplation, a claiming of space from the in-between.