Loose, contradictory, the lines that support them erased, their parts detached; these images, half drawings, half paintings, rather exercises, games, challenges and pastimes, develop at the mercy of the everyday, of its rhythms and resources. Without time to take stock, they seek new frameworks of relationships, as if trying to recognize themselves in a broken mirror.

The key may be at ground level. Dandelions, perennial flowers, weeds, small hermaphrodite and yellow worlds, in transit to become volatile cypselae shooting in all directions, or floating placidly; disappearing or landing on some unsuspecting eye …. ready to bite it.

G.M.