
Tom Holland at Richmond
IF EVER AN EXHIBITION of visual art called for sound and movement as a complement, Tom Holland's oneman show at Richmond Art Center was it. There is something wildly paganistic in Holland's more recent work, which calls for pipes-of-Pan in some areas, voodoo drums in others. Even his prodigious output suggests some sort of secret fertility rite—and in assembling the show J. J. Aasen, curator of the Richmond Center, sensed it. The paintings were hung in a manner that suggested backdrops, and the paper sculptures, which have recently obsessed Holland, were set out in tableaux. The environmental