The first thing I thought about upon seeing these paintings was the snow-skiiing gear I had when I was a kid (late 70s). Then I also thought they could have easily been made this year, especially from what I have seen in a few places of contemporary art. Not about me, but perhaps my perception of time as much as it could reflect a greater concern, seemed to be working here, certainly not in a literal sense. Of course, when faced with the dynamism of diagonals, one is automatically in the realm of movement (time). Again, rather than registering in any actual way (phenomenologically speaking), I wonder how they are working as a sign of our time(s)? While I enjoyed the color relations within and between works, I also sensed some kind of relief in their stillness, and my ability to take each one and the show as a whole. Another way to put this might be to say that I wasn't wondering if I had missed something or if there was more to the story, it all seemed to be there and nothing more, actually.
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