Post #629 • September 21, 2005, 4:11 PM • 15 Comments
The line skips like a needle on a seismograph, detecting staccato pulses from deep within the earth. Occasionally it reaches an implosive frenzy and turns on itself, as if seeking to release its own mania. Lozenges of colors swarm together like honeybees. Paper, warm, touchable, white, provides a sprung floor for the dance, its texture joining the hum of activity.
Rene Barge: Gifts runs through October 1 at Dorsch Gallery.