A handsomely installed series of large drawings that are firmly based on the visual fact. The range of subject and approach is considerable, running from the heavy black rhythms of Polo Cantata No. 1 with its charge of horses and men to the tenderness of such works as Tila, reserved and quietly stated. In some drawings the overall rhythmic sweep tends to cancel out the configuration and dissipate into an unclear overall pattern and, at the other extreme, some tend to particularize into illustration. But in the best there is a rigorous selectivity; a point of tension between pattern and fact is maintained, resulting in a compelling statement. Sometimes it’s as if I Fly, as an example, manages to contain a baroque exuberance within a large simple shape that allows the woman and child to breathe and expand.
––Doug McClellan
